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Aunties Coffin

Never felt closer.

By Empty Poetry and VersePublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Aunties Coffin

We shared a cigarette

But she was six feet deep

Tombstone at my feet

The pall mall burned as incense on her grave

While she breathed, I was always afraid

To young to look her in the face

To see her radiant grace

Believed her when she told me

That she was a witch

That hat with a strange stitch

Those eyes so mysterious

Awake until the sun awoke

Those moments ours alone

Within her castle like home

No animals, or children of her own

But always a book in the right

And a long thin cigarette in the left

The incense of her personal religion

With a doctrine only she could confess

And now from within the coffin

We are the closest

Did you ever think we would share a cigarette.

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Empty Poetry and Verse

Empty and Endless The Heart Of a Poet.

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