GraveA Poem by kris reedA critique of modern burials (Nov. 2009)This
is how I choose to live my life This
is how I choose to die. Now
honor my last request And
leave me where I lie.
You
stole my every action Now
you steal what I left alone. The
trees watch you theft my last wish And
drag me from my home. © 2013 kris reed |
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Added on September 23, 2013Last Updated on October 8, 2013 |

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