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Remember Me
Pushing out through walls of white,
And stuck within my skin despite
The pain of knowing what I know.
Last sound I remember is the crunching of the knee-deep snow.
The last of me was oozing out upon the field of war;
I was desperate to be remembered, now desperate to find that golden shore.
How will they know if the lid is shut tight?
Why can’t they sense that something’s not quite right?
My daughter, my son; their faces now hid.
Oh God, oh God, they’ve closed the dark lid.
But really, it’s quite cozy and fits like a shoe.
My mouth and eyes are sealed shut, I can taste the crazy glue.
It will be the last of me. I’m alive; oh please.
They do not hear. No one sees.
Remember meeeeeeee!
