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Feb 2018
My snow-covered grave,
Cold as the frozen ground,
Here I lie in my casket,
In which peace I have found,
I dug this grave myself,
I dug it six feet deep,
So that I could lie in it,
And forever sleep,
In life the sun never shined,
There was only snow and rain,
But now Iā€™m gone and buried,
Where the cold numbs my pain.
Written by
LPpoetry
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