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elizabethdyanne 
6:33pm, July 6, 2008
Retrospect
Where were you?
Where were you
When I was being killed?
Where were you
When I was flailing
At the surface of some
Big black sticky lake,
Drowning sucking black goopInto myself
Until I was full of it
Where were you
When I was laid to rest?
You never even brought flowers
To my funeral.
