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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


After all, you were /never there/


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