Poem bout my baby, Eddie; Ginger hair flows in the gentle breeze
Green eyes shine like emeralds
Perfect features concealed by a mask of burlap
Personality full of brightness
Heart full of love
Eyes gleaming with compassion
Smile full of kindness
Each grave made with diligence
Now he lays in his own grave
Love morphed into betrayal
Life drains from his body
His once gleaming eyes turn dull
His ginger hair frames his pale face
All moments leading up to now flash before him as he takes his final breath
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