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Sep 16
This is all that I am
The child I was
Is dead and buried
Why so I hear her
Crying from the grave
My mother never tucked me in
My ghost
Makes her dirt bed every morning
Day Lilies kiss my forehead
A headstone headboard
Written by
Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
   David J and Thomas W Case
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