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My Last Gift

Poetry By: ESHerrera

With death comes surprisingly bits of happiness

Submitted:Oct 11, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

When I feel like I'm about to die
(Hopefully at a ripe old age)
I'll eat some watermelon seeds.
And when Death decides to finally
pluck me from this luscious earth,
All I ask
Is that you open me up
So maybe you'll find something sweet
To remind you of
Our sticky fingers and
red smiles


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