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Mar 2017
To talk about
The day
Following my death;
Or ten thousand thousand
After I'm laid to rest,
Is a nap
Compared to the incomprehensible sleep ahead.
Not "perchance to dream," Will, but no chance.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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