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Jun 30
Step, yes step – nay, dance -
Upon my grave
But do not wallow, whine or whisper
Nor in lamentations rave.
I am gone; I am past;
Into a quiet place at last.
The world is warm and bright
Though I lie beneath the grass.
Pick flowers, if you must
But do not leave them here for me.
Bring them home
To be loved
By friends and family.
kieran dacey boylan
Written by
kieran dacey boylan  29/M/Sydney
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