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My Funeral
By SilverPagan
My Funeral
Quiet roses and black crossess
How they knew of such sorrow
As the one I know tonight
Blank, confused rows of faces never there
I drampt without reality
A dream not forgotten
As I lay asleep tonight
I know it is near
So quite, yet conspicuous
Ethereal beauty becomes true
As I draw near it
Black wings extending
I look down at myself
But I can never wake
From this,
My eternal sleep
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Copyright 2004 'SilverPagan' - Jessica Poole
Published on Tuesday, September 14, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, September 24, 2004, Future of Despond
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Curious and unique structure to your work, not found often here. Many welcomes to DP!
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On Sunday, May 1, 2005, SilverPagan
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Thank you.
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