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Funeral
06:10
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I got so high on the train
And I laughed as I saw my reflection
On your thick sunglass frames
Your jacket looked like a soda can
Oh what bubbles inside
Those fluffy long sleeves and
I introduced myself
And asked for your email because
“Witch, I am the year 2003!”
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I was a postcard
Addressed to no one
Held high by your hand
And then delivered by a gust of wind
When you released your grasp
And I made up a story
I said I was headed
To California
Oh no I'm having
Second thoughts
About California
I was a wordless
Document swirling in the wind
Lacking stampage
I wasn't important
I wasn't poetry
I was nothing
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