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I wish I could visit your grave, alone.
Sit in the grass that covers you,
Not so much like a blanket because
Your feet would always stick out from beneath
Those covers and I'd always have to
Tuck them in.
I can sit and tell you what I've been up to
These past months
The way I should've done before.
I should've called more often
But there's nothing I can really do anymore.
Sit in the grass that covers you,
Not so much like a blanket because
Your feet would always stick out from beneath
Those covers and I'd always have to
Tuck them in.
I can sit and tell you what I've been up to
These past months
The way I should've done before.
I should've called more often
But there's nothing I can really do anymore.