Lot 1 i made to resemble you
in voice and like
in soul and rightness
Lot 2 i wrote to mourn your loss
it stopped the tears
for a few short days
then they came back
So i sang
Lot 3
in hopes i would
forget
it did not work
because you
were my voice
and the sound
just made it
worse
Lot 4
for the pain an
asprin and some
alcohol and maybe
i will drown
myself in Lot 5
so i won't be forced
to act on my
grief and
in a
few short years
Lot 6
will just come
to me
in few little ways
for a few little days
so Lot 1 can
come again
And if grief
hurts
then life
kills.
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