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May 2015
With a smile on my face,
I hope I die in
a subtle grace.
And I hope you, too
smile when you know
I'm in the ground
of some burning town.


I hope the birds
chew up worms,
and feed them to my
open mouth.
I hope the dirt
becomes my friend,
And hugs me,
warm,
Like you never did.
Bryce Perry
Written by
Bryce Perry  20/M/Boston, MA
(20/M/Boston, MA)   
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   namii and Francie Lynch
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