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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 2                                                                                                               page-105 FUNERAL This place is an angry red funnel I whip through its interior Gathering speed I can't think of strawberry Bubbles and scented candies I can't be in a moonlight World of autumn grasses This place destroys hope And nibbles my spirit With deer teeth And your smiling red ghost I miss you Your father held the ashes I couldn't visit your grave.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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