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The Surcease of Sorrow
By Kelsey Wright

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the sparkle in the snow.
I am the shredded leaves that blow.
I am the sunlight on growing grain.
I am the gentle summer rain.
I am the quiet bird at night.
Circling about; Taking flight.
So do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

The greatest piece of Chaos known to humans:
Folgers Coffee Christmas Incest Commercial 2009: By CJ the X

My sh*tty novel Ideas:
Pandora's Heart (Notes and Rough Outline)
--Ballad of Lisa
Cassie's Fate (Note and Rough Outline)