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instructions in loving
i. hold a woodland burial for my fears,
the lives I missed, wasted afternoons
christened with lost time’s tears.
ii. wait, and watch the flowers grow
above my grave. I will come home.
iii. take me somewhere it rains all the time
and I feel less alone, even if
the storm’s kisses are but pale, gentle
imitations of your lips on mine.