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Your Death

Why do you Put me through this This death of yours? Why can’t I dance And play And eat My God Or sleep And forget. The sky is the same The blue The air full The clacking of a train The seagulls in a dumpster The noises of cheerful people Pretending they are alive Alive While I sit next To the container of your ashes Driving to our spot To throw you away in the grey waves.

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