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Jun 2015
I wanted to raise the coffin lid
But I never got to see how the city
Treats the ones life defeats
How the skin rots when it’s not
Maintained by being embalmed
But the coffin was locked
And the hour was late
The crowd was gathering
And the service couldn’t wait
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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