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Apr 2015
I sit on that bench,
surrounded by rotting wood
& listening to the warblers.
But despite being near them,
I find no comfort here.
For my lost loved ones
were more than fond memories,
these mounds of dirt.

In the distance I hear them barking
to me,
calling me.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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