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Sunsets
I cling to my parents
with all of me
maybe, because they were not meant to be mine
and I, was not meant for them
they talk of wills now
of inheritance
of the after
how can I explain to them
that I have already inherited
all that matters, so
there is no need
for them to go
yet, of course that day will come
moon after moon will come tumbling down
and we will come together
to celebrate
to mourn
to wallow in finality
please leave me be that day
save your platitudes
deliver your sympathy elsewhere
just leave me in the corner of the room
the light is softer there
Thrush's Song: Project
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