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Feb 2016
When the bell chimes,
The casket prepared,
Remember times,
When you cared.

Cry not for my soul,
Be glad for I am fine,
I will be perfectly whole,
When it comes time.

Don't remember me,
Erase me from your mind,
For you will eventually see,
That you will always be in mine.

Don't stand at my grave,
Memories eventually fade,
There's nothing left to save,
I will be bounded by palisades.

The palisades known as time.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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