Another one falls
Fierce beyond the grave we rise
Living past their gaze.
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By Test6 months ago in Poets
-*- Well, you are correct, I lustily called for you, When I was at the bottom And couldn't handle the truth. -*-
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This story was originally published 2 years ago. In Memory of T.M. The ashes arrived in a beautiful hand-carved wooden box. When I saw it, it was displayed next to a little porcelain figurine of a mother and son elephant.
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