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Nov 2014
Well this is the spot where you'd bury me
six feet down
and lay a stone.

And these are the woods where you'd walk
sometimes to think
all on your own

And this is the box where you'd
keep your ring
that you could not bear to wear

and this is the spot where I lost my footing
right there...

I almost died, and nobody knows
I almost made a break right there
for the last coast.

I almost died, and nobody knows.
Ryan Bueler
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Ryan Bueler
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