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Nov 2014
She flinched at the knock
of the first dirt to drop,

and wished for the voices
above her to stop

entreating Saint Peter
to greet her with keys,

she just wanted peace
and for everyone please

to *******..
bones
Written by
bones  England
(England)   
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