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Your soft lips have curled back in an ugly eternal grin.
The worms crawl through your cheeks where freckles should have been.
The warmth of your touch is long since cold.
And the remains of your clothes tatter at each fold.
Your hair has kept growing and nails as well.
I'm left to wonder if you're in heaven or hell.
Your eyes are still green only because of the color of rot.
I will still remember them after everyone else has forgot.
I'll dream of running my fingers through your downy locks,
while in truth you're in the ground in a box.
The worms crawl through your cheeks where freckles should have been.
The warmth of your touch is long since cold.
And the remains of your clothes tatter at each fold.
Your hair has kept growing and nails as well.
I'm left to wonder if you're in heaven or hell.
Your eyes are still green only because of the color of rot.
I will still remember them after everyone else has forgot.
I'll dream of running my fingers through your downy locks,
while in truth you're in the ground in a box.