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Green bed
I remember the everlasting bed of my bearer, last I saw, covered with green.
Now I wonder....
Should it make me sad or fill me with glee?
That she rots and the worms have skinned her dry
Or that life blooms from the depths of one that held me when I made my first cry.
© Faith Daniel
Now I wonder....
Should it make me sad or fill me with glee?
That she rots and the worms have skinned her dry
Or that life blooms from the depths of one that held me when I made my first cry.
© Faith Daniel
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