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The Undertaker Weeps, Too

long accustomed to his morbid profession, where the slightest hint of genuine sorrow is taboo deserving only derision, he's in total control of his emotion; but now, a sensation from deep inside him surges upward like a relentless deluge at the sight of a shaking, grieving mother, humming a lullaby to her dead daughter; something filmy in his eyes, and the room melts in watery shapes tinted in fluid colors; he can't believe it, must be perspiration, ah, but tears blur the undertaker's vision !

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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