can you hear me

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drag me to your window

she calls from the cemetery

into the cavern resting in my ribcage

she is extending her ashes to the sky

i am losing color daily

let me climb into your crematory

hide the ugly words in her old letters

stretch my skin upon your counter

cut me slowly and postmark my forehead

she is blowing away and i am sinking

into a river of bullet shells;

bury me before i use her gun

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