Lay no black roses on my coffin.
Personally I find no beauty in death.
Once life's anvil finally falls put me to rest
with branches and stones. Please, no
pretense now that I am gone. Let those
who loved me celebrate with tales and
memories. Time for this garden caretaker
to sleep into the clouded dream. I shall
rest in gray.
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Author:
Sandbone18 (
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- Category: Gothic
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