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Nov 2015
She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake
Jeremy Bean
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Jeremy Bean  M/Detroit, Michigan
(M/Detroit, Michigan)   
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