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Jun 2014
Dehydrate my bones and
Sprinkle the crumbs over a deliciously
Warm winter dessert, creamy
In the centre like surprise ice
Floating above the tide.

Do I melt in your mouth
The way he did?
Your memories of me now are just

Strange dreams
That remind you of
My ashes.
jane doe
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jane doe
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