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Obit

With 365 days of mourning we'll never need the news. Or even read the paper for any kind of clues. We'll always have our mission to bury all the dead. And never stray from suffering to make the trip ahead. We'll always feel the shame we didn't do enough. and never need to blame another for our slough. We'll always see no choice; the end was coming near. And take the time to pray foresaking all the fear. We'll swallow all our tears for what we didn't do. Accepting all our fates for what's aqquainted to. And relive all our past for what's been print to view. Accepting what the term obit has claimed for you.

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