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Feb 2015
the white snow pouring down
are her ashes
sleep and sound
dancing all around
this quiet little town.
I see not one simple frown
or a face sulking at the ground.
standing upon a mound
that her ashes slowly surround.
she is now crowned
queen of the found.
Written by
Mick  19/Gender Fluid/Los Ageles
(19/Gender Fluid/Los Ageles)   
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