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Dec 2020
Smell the cotton and sleep.

I rest in my silver casket
and You, play blind
craving to hold My skin.

Stop.

Read your every line and know;

Im still here.
so near;
Please. Dont Leave.
Wrote this from the perspective of a recently deceased family member and the person chosen to read their eulogy wants to leave because theyre so overcome with greif
Written by
parker  16/Non-binary/dreamin
(16/Non-binary/dreamin)   
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       Mohan Sardarshahari, --- and Eshwara Prasad
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