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your like, gone
Like, yeah I'm here,
my cell phones off
courteously of course.
Wanted to ease the hurt
of you being gone.
I'm just like, saying it all wrong
in a line waiting to view
like, charred remnants of you.
It's loud in the funeral parlor.
Whats it all sound like to you
when you're like put in a jar?
Since you've gone, do you
still like who we are?
