Embrace my echo
Now that my voice has gone quiet
Scrounge for my shadow
While you have what's left of light
Imbibe my music
May it float on warm breezes
Anoint my bruises
For whatever your reasons
Fix my frailty
Please poison my every pest
Remember me kindly
Sure hope we all passed the test
"In Memory of Greg Fulkerson"
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