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By Anonymous, 1, PA

Oh no…
I wanna be buried in snow,
(like, in the microphones song, I guess)
I’ll feel the axis slow
till it’s only vast white and
halloweyed ole’ me.

Winter,
won’t ya come,
bringing an end
to all the earth’s
tedious and messy history?

I just wanna feel the heat
flee from me.
All blood’ll freeze,
in my clunky, colorful arteries,
so I can't move or think and
the worry and responsibility will leave.

Please,
Let me be buried alone,
under the flat of the earth,
where noone can touch
or look at me.


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