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beautiful funeral day

The sun shone bright /clear/ beautiful

on the day of your funeral


I told you I had wrote something

/never worried/ it might hurt


After all, what could you feel,

other than the biting familiarity of death's kiss


I told you I'd find it a home

empty words for someone /not there/


Speaking of empty words spoken

allow me to bring up the thousands left unspoken


Not that you would have known

the over dramatics


Always on the edge of my lips

guarding my heart, mind, soul with quips


How could you have known

/how/could/you/have/known/


After all, you were /never there/

 
 
 

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