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Jan 2022
These days I go to more funerals than weddings.

I bury my friends and family more than flowers.

The city has grown quiet, yet the world is on fire.

I lay my head down and burn with it.

Because we dug our own grave, and it's a good fit.
Austin Morrison
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Austin Morrison  25/M/Canada
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     Khoisan and Sheila Haskins
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