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Re: A poem for my grandmother -
October 21st 2012, 11:48 PM
She likes it so much that she wants it framed. She said she wants it in her casket, and for me to read it at her funeral. It scares me that she's already thinking of her death. I'm really close to her and watching her deteriorate hurts me.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
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