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Oct 2015
My sole confidant
In my darkest times
While everyone else is asleep
Is near by the church
I grew up in.
He played trumpet -
They carved that in the stone
They placed in the earth,
Nearly a month after he died -
3 days after I turned 13.
It rained that day.
Written by
Preston  New England, US
(New England, US)   
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