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        By Mary-Margaret 
        Sweeney 
       I do not think I could have seen 
        Could have let my eyes see you 
        Lying there, lying dead. 
        The makeup to fix 
        What was never broken 
        The lights above you 
        Like you're a god-damned stage- 
        I could not have watched that play. 
        Instead I saw a box 
        Painted to look like marble 
        As if you weren't good enoug for real marble. 
        All of you inside there 
        Inside a six inch wide box 
        All of you is now black ash. 
        Maybe it would seem real 
        If I had seen you dead 
        But then maybe there would be two funerals- 
        I told you I could not have let myself see that. 
        Dark ashes left from a life once so bright 
        Dark tears from eyes once so bright. 
        Maybe they'll be ash soon 
        Maybe I'll be ash soon 
        See you soon... 
        
      Mary-Margaret Sweeney has been writing poetry 
        since she was very young. She was published for the first time earlier 
        this year, and that poem went on to be included on a spoken workd CD. 
        Besides writing, Mary-Margaret has a deep passion for theatre (performing 
        and production work). She resides in Indianapolis, Indiana but her heart 
        is still in New York City. 
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