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Sep 2017
I choke at funerals
get drunk hide way back in the last pew
afraid to look the dead
in their state

I quit going when my daughter died
I just couldn't face it
I hope she understands

And I don't want any
memorial
no tears or casket

just grind me into the dust
of which I was made
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