Funerals on Lunar Street

Love bleeds I think

I think we trade pieces of our hearts with others

Our hearts, if we do it right, should be a collage of other peoples

I think dying is only painful for the living

We mourn the loss

The imprint that person placed on our lives

We mourn the little piece of our heart that goes away with them

But we have a little piece of theirs

And I think that is worth all the tears

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