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April of 2008

Funeral

By B.T.Published about a year ago 1 min read
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My father's casket
Disappears in deep black earth
Honey wood buried

Florida weather
Always demands blazing sun
Sweat sticky fingers

Today it is raining
My ten year old mind thinks it's
Just like the movies

I'm breathing heavy
This cannot be the last time
I see my father

heartbreak
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