The dust settled in mute complacence
Spiders weaved webs of condolence…
Dead leaves brushed past tomb in pain
Dark night showered cold moist rain…
Love numb laid down to rest in grave
Soul’s evil flown in ballets grace…
Wild flowers fed on silent soil above
Maggots crawling feast on my flesh below…
I miss my girls when I was alive
I still miss her even in my demise…
(I miss you so much my baby…)
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