Sunday Wordle #45
I spread the map before me
Search for answers
My mind strays
Reluctant to stay on course
Senses hear the murmur
From the cemented crypt
Entranced by the sound
I move through the dense smoke
You are there
You smile
Your pelt glistens
Meetings with the dead
Can be cumbersome
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