The Funeral

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Faint cries hiding behind their faces.

Black and white everywhere you look.                         

Petals and dirt bashing on the coffin.

Sitting on the hard wood chairs in the church.

Staring down at your feet.

Tears dripping on your shoes.

Watching the lady lower the coffin.

“Please go to a nice place where you will be safe” I said to myself.

But then I started to cry.

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