Funeral
I visited my friend today.Elephants and mice parading
like never before and all over the place.
They walk the rope, just like you.
Sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
Having drinks beneath the ground.
Getting lost in the dark tunnels,
our hiding place that we built,
down there.
You are still down there.
Still.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-01-05 at 00:19
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