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baby epitaph for cremation
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(the great drought) i never want to feel shivers
choose wind over dirt
smoke over skeletons
and will never feel shoes
and boot heels
cat paws and tricycle
wheels
stretching endlessly across my grave
absurd in their abruptness.
i have this serious belief that if you're cremated, your soul will rest in the ocean... it just seems reeeeeeeel
"The Ocean breathes salty, wont you carry it in? In your head, in your mouth, in your soul. Maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again. Well i don't know i don't know i don't know don't think so."