They dressed you
in the drafts of the poems
you sent me via Facebook messenger at 2 in the morning,
wrapping your arms
with the torn strips of index cards
you wrote your dreams on
and painting your face
with ink
in the hopes your corpse
would write poems
with your nose
on the insides of your coffin.

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