my only fear is that i will die
death comes quick and
takes your parents up
into the light above the mobil
hanging over your crib when you were small
and they just sit there
and glow
forever.
cremate me when i am gone
or stuff me.
keep me in your house to scare the guests.
i will see none of it.
i will hear the music of an almost lover
and sing along
forever.
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