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mourn me with shallow roses
do not dig so deep
that the memory of me cannot be heard
above the Boston gusts
that rush through skyscrapers and ancient
courthouses with speeches
inscribed like the poetry I tried to tell you
would keep you
when I was gone. bury me
not so far to
forget the wind chimes of a thousand perfect
vowels and
adjectives erased for the perfect word
to describe my happiness
the first time you moved me into sadness
so much it hurt
so deep it cut to reveal my heart
no longer encumbered
by the broken seal it once had felt
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