In this Blue Earth, we bury you in frozen soil.
As tears clung to our cheeks, holding on like you did in your final days.
We see your face in the cirrus. Your rimmed glasses, and frowns.
Looking down at all our smallness,Our heaviness, and shame. As you shine.
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
What I've always wanted
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