Something so private
Something so sad
Something so despairing
And there you are working it
Something so final
Something so lost
Something so painful
And you just defile it
With pretty words
And pretty flowers
And pious platitudes
And things that point to you
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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