Feb 2015
Soft dirt surrounds me like a heavy quilt
The grass and flowers above my head wilt
Why does nobody love me or even care?
They spit on my grave with no pain to bare
The grass and flowers above my head wilt
Why does nobody love me or even care?
They spit on my grave with no pain to bare
(Hermiston, Oregon)
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