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This is a poem read next to her grave.
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If there is something more natural than a birdSmashed against a car window from inside,I jump off a bridgeAnd sail through the seven clouds.Our world ..
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I found myself today
Lying between the sheets of paper
That have been written
In another life.
I wanted them to be filled
With memo..
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