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Feb 2015 · 812
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Hunter Spriggs Feb 2015
I buried you
six feet under,
in a coffin of bones
your name
etched into the front;
captioned: “Buried Alive”

You begged and begged,
pleading, “please, I can change”
A salty tear slid downwards,
wiped away,
“Drop dead”
And that, my friend, is exactly
what I did.

— The End —