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Jan 2015
On the day
her body burned
she asked the
winds to be
her friends
and they
picked her
up and poured
her through
the fingers of
their hands
like a river
without ending
that won't
be tied or
bound, until
every trace of
dustΒ embraced
the freedom it
had found.
bones
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bones  England
(England)   
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