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I lie
motionless
in this mahogany coffin
wrapped in  purple silk
cold earth above me
badly thrown with the ****
wet
by salty tears of those who loved me
your tears
your guilty love
there’s no more light
nor heat
for me cold corpse
a flower into my hand
withered
rotted
food for worms
my end
your     end

— The End —