Song: Post Mortem

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Aaron Poochigian

Song: Post Mortem

 

      Although I can see her still
      above the cutting board
      mincing ginger and dill,
      and now she is leaning toward
      my lips in candlelight,
      and we have moved to the bed,
      and she will spend the night,
      that girl, my girl, is . . .
      . . . . . . .
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