Lilyann Monahan (2-10-68 / Miami)
Take away that ridiculous grave,
I know it is not real.
What your purpose was, my dear
Was to make this one feel.
I know if you're alive or dead
This is my gift from above.
I'm healed now so go away,
Fly peaceful like a dove.
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