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Mar 2015
So here we all stand
at this great funeral for a friend

Do you smell the lilacs?
do they burn into your head?

Because I will tell you
What this man said,

"I am only free when I am dead.
Where are my dearest friends?
I can wait no longer."

Bullet to the head.
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
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