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Cry over my body
And tell me I’m not gone
Fetch my orange shades
And rest them on my face
Gather my favourite CDs
Those you will play alone for weeks to come
Spread them out around me
And admire my soul recaptured in an instant
Brush my hair behind my ears
So that it may stay that way forever
Bathe in the silence
“You look pale today.” you said.
“I know.” I replied.
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