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Jul 2017
I like to imagine my funeral.
Dreadful eyes that beamed sullenly,
Black suits and gowns of the beaten souls,
And the meeting between rain and ground.

If only water fell from above
Then maybe I would know somebody cried
And the downfall is a cover
In case no one cared at all.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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