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To those Who Killed Before Us
Your
words
slide over pages
like ice cream
melting into
sugar
cone
Your grammar holds
as a centre piece Flake
We still lick your opinions
suck on your concepts
and eat your pages
I feel the thunder
of reading
perfection
in titles
as bone creaks
into the next
page
of
your
every
moment
while I pray
on Theresa to
bring you back
in this life or the
next
.
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