Janes of the World

September 26, 2013
death me neary or how I fear
I have name do you my dear
its written on head
for I am asleep and I am dead
shaken by the tones of every denile
maybe ill awaken after a while
write on my stone a name so plain
for I am nameless I am Jane

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