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Feb 2017
I am sleeping when i am dying
and nobody would know a difference
and the sun would come up as bright
the world would turn with
or without me
rain would fall
and my pretend grave
would be garnished
with weeds and neglected
yet,
I bought myself a rose today
came in a glass tube
it burnt
my obituary
I got high as a kite and passed out
and thought of
them, againο»Ώ
wordvango
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