Washing some water with the seas salt,
watching the procession come to a halt.
Opening the rear door pulling the coffin out,
a crowd of mourners remains silent throughout.
Churching the dead then the Hearst reloaded.
Distanced to a hole and the tears exploded.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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