Pine overcoat, stained with tears
Death stole you from me.
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Your words will soon dry.
Dusty Earth drinks, last wet breath.
Tears carry last, “love you.”
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Part of me, with you.
My loss, indeed. Heart’s pieces gone.
Love, now has a limp.
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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Beautiful!
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I get my information from being human, and then I write down how I feel about it… the source is life. What is your mission?
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