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Two blocks down on the corner
A crowd is beginning gather now to watch the scene unfold
And already a man is instructing them all to please just go back home

Their thoughts are not with the family
Who stands there shaking in mourning as the workers clean the street
Their eyes are all locked on the motionless form underneath a thin white sheet

Thinking she
Had to be
No different from me

Please
All my peace
Depends on the secrets
Of why these bones
Serve as our homes for a moment and after that we just don’t know

I am the son of the offspring
Of some who succumbed to their bodies and now I’m stuck here in my own
Hoping to god that I wont be stuck forever in this soul

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