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Feb 2019
I shovel the last lump of dirt into place
I thought once you were buried
I would feel...something
Happy
Maybe even free
But I feel nothing
Nothing is a constant for me
but now
you and I are the same
Hollow inside
Your soul has departed from this world
And mine
well I'm not sure I ever had one to begin with
StrangeFruit
Written by
StrangeFruit  Breaux Bridge, La
(Breaux Bridge, La)   
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   Juneau
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