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All the memories came rushing by From holding their fingers tightly to them yelling at me to not sit too close to the tv All the feelings shot at once From feeling still in the sky at the swing in the garden to Feeling sorrowful at their funeral Rolling tears mixed with sky crying Dirt on their grave apparently scented of their perfume The wind wailed blowing my hair aside Gray face matched the colour of their grave now in front of me Red top from Target  matched my eye The darkness in the sky matched my life
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Death
All the memories came rushing by From holding their fingers tightly to them yelling at me to not sit too close to the tv All the feelings shot at once From feeling still in the sky at the swing in the garden to Feeling sorrowful at their funeral Rolling tears mixed with sky crying Dirt on their grave apparently scented of their perfume The wind wailed blowing my hair aside Gray face matched the colour of their grave now in front of me Red top from Target  matched my eye The darkness in the sky matched my life
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
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