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Oct 2013
Would you come to my funeral?
Would you wear black all day?
Would you mourn me at all?

Or maybe it’s fleeting,
Your needing, our leading,
It’s seething, I’m bleeding,

The painting of a morgue,
My body on a table inside, checked all over for his cuts,
Accused of ******* ******,
And using their bodies, for all of his worst intentions,
His cold lifeless corpse still needs warmth, still needs someone,

Where are you,
Why aren’t you here,
You say you’re fine, you say you laugh, you say everything’s good,
I cry, why don’t you care, I need you please, I need all of your warmth,
Please keep me dry, my cold tears, they all fall, they cover my warm clothes,

It’s winter, it’s freezing, I’m stuck out in the cold,
It’s thawing, I’m gnawing, I’m craving someone’s meat,
It’s yours, I need you, I need to know you still care,

Don’t waste your time. And please, don’t waste mine.
Marshall CB Hiatt
Written by
Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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   --- and Alice Julia Miller
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