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Feb 2017
He was
unmovable
as the mighty mountains
that mourned
the melted caps,
sitting six feet away
from six feet under,
refusing to yield to
the unforgivable weather,
unwilling to leave,
unable to cry
because all that was
buried within
had withered and died.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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