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Cemetery

by Punkfoot

This is our first date I didn't know where to take you So I took you to see my grandma She was always the life of the party Funny how life works sometimes I have been planting flowers around her grave Because the gravediggers don't quite understand how much she was worth The man that went to war and came back without his legs can't come see her because their only child is a good for nothing Yes I'm talking about my father He tried his best but something in him just didn't click The only thing he could think of money and how wet he could get his dick If this isn't coming right Let me try again Your hair reminds me of the flowing of our bodies when we are intertwined Skeleton bones will be undug to walk amongst us again Your smile reminds me of hers and oh god do I feel so warm Being up on this hill with you Fingers laced in one another Your blue eyes beaming at how beautiful this meadow is I hope that I can lay here with you
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May 31, 2016
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