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We're not dead yet. I try and look at it that way. Try not to imagine my momma's mourning face Torn when she would do anything Just to switch our places Be in the coffin instead of me She keeps coughing from the cigarettes Replaying regrets regrets Praying if there's ever been a restart in history For it to belong right now to me This is my mortality poem Let they sing it above my grave While my mom tries to teach the dirt How to coo my name So I can sleep just right How she wishes she could scratch my head The way she would do when I was a baby To get me to sleep All night Just right
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
Mortality poem
We're not dead yet. I try and look at it that way. Try not to imagine my momma's mourning face Torn when she would do anything Just to switch our places Be in the coffin instead of me She keeps coughing from the cigarettes Replaying regrets regrets Praying if there's ever been a restart in history For it to belong right now to me This is my mortality poem Let they sing it above my grave While my mom tries to teach the dirt How to coo my name So I can sleep just right How she wishes she could scratch my head The way she would do when I was a baby To get me to sleep All night Just right
#death#mortality#mother#mom#sleep#regret
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PhoenixBekkedal
17/F/California
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
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