Weathered headstones side by side positioned row by row. The remains of all the occupants, the world will soon forego. // But in a couple dozen years those vessels down below, will be nothing more than dirt and sand, and will help the roses grow. // But I want more than roses. Greedy, yes I know.
But burn my body and spread the ash over mountains high and low. // For I was told that under pressure, carbon morphs steadily and slow, into striking uncut diamond that will forever gleam and glow. -nnh

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