Family Death

Here you lay.
Here you stay.
In my heart,
is where you stray.
You show me,
the peaceful way.
With me you'll be,
every day.
Together we are,
our souls fused.
Never tiring.
Never being used.
Dead you are,
but alive to me.
We are close,
We are family.

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