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Jan 2014
you're digging my grave
with a ***** made of
rose petals and poems

i cant see the deep hole yet
because i've closed my eyes
so you can show me the way
to the land of happy you once
whispered to me about in the
light of a bonfire on the sand

i don't think
i'll be able
spot the decay
until i'm neck
deep in dirt
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