Exercise 6 (Creative Writing)

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Burn my body,

For when my eyes no longer see.

Skin and hair to ash.

Bones and muscles to dust.

Under willow tree,

Does my new form lay.

My atoms

Feed the life I slumber under.

My favorite books,

Burned and buried with me,

Makes the willow a cannibal,

Until we are no more.

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