I am every color of a comet’s night
I’m an open door to every stranger
To every stranger
I know I’ll feel the most
The fury vanishes as I’m shaking here
You know I’ll feel the most
The fury vanishes as I’m shaking off my grave clothes

Charlotte Martin, Grave Clothes

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