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Burn Me Instead

Please don't bury me,
I won't do well.
Don't wait and see.
Don't dwell.

My body, don't contain.
Set my soul free.
A box is so mundane,
No need for a key.

I want to touch the sky,
Feel the wind in my hair.
Baby I will fly,
And everyone will stare.

I was meant to fly away,
So don't bury me in the ground.
I don't want my body to decay.
I don't want to be bound.

You know what I need,
When I am dead.
It's just a good deed,
Burn me instead.

Written on April 25 and May 4, 2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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De Beaulieu Avatar
May 5, 2017 at 3:25 PM
Lily, I am going that way as well. A locwly poem.
Mayfield Avatar
May 5, 2017 at 3:36 PM
I believe it will be the perfect way to go, thank you for the write. Much love <3
De Beaulieu Avatar
May 5, 2017 at 3:26 PM
I meant lovely
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