In Life, As In Death Behind the crematorium they toss unwanted wreaths. As local kids we piled them up, and liked to play beneath. In Loving Memory became a place where girls would hide, hanging their hair with flowers that had only just arrived. In Peace became a fortress that I once attacked with Always tied around my neck, Forever on my back. I like to think God Broke My Heart was the scene of my first kiss. But it might have been Remembered, or even Deeply Missed. We dug a pit and covered it…
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