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Halo

Before I am reposed at last, weave me a crown of flowers So for when I pass death's threshold, I might carry life For the rotting halo I wear might turn me into an angel And my decomposing body to have a companion

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Date: 12/13/2024 1:36:00 AM
A touching poem nicely penned
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