Now please
throw me down
I'm dead.
I died of a
gun shot wound
to the head.
In my life
my mouth
did blurt,
I do not
want to be
under the dirt.
Give me one
reason to think
life is a flower.
Then you may
plant me like
seeds to be showered.
I'd rather be
cremated and
flushed down the toilet.
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