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Dec 2012
Dance lightly on my grave
callously refute every loving word
as I rot six feet under your feet
for what does it matter when I am dead
whispers of passion
promises of eternity
create excuses to justify
the waves encompassing me
whilst you go on about your day
as if I had never existed
please, echo that which defiles me

*Dance lightly on my grave
Do not feel jaded. This is my way of coping.
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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