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Six Feet Under

My grandmother lies motionless,
eyes closed,
lips curled into a gentle smile.
Every wrinkle seems
more defined than they did,
when she was alive.
Her coffin is glossy black
on the outside.
Satin lines the inside,
shows her elitist views.
There is no smell,
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Pamela Lutwyche 13 September 2008
Poor grandmother.I think I will be burned. It will be very quick.
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