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walking through the dark
long strides, not looking
the eyes all on me
burning, the smell of hate
rising through the leaves 
my thoughts are coming 
just one of many  
dripping from graceful mouths
she said goodbye to the airless room
the men stared, some looked away
droning on, so far down now
dont want to look up
the dirt is shoveled slovenly down
the still flowers running in the ground 
with colours, on crude cloth
cobalts in wasted tubes 
oily fingers pressed softly  
to a sound of moons colliding
holes and craters vibrated
a solitary gun strays into view
an alien planet like ganymede
dead like seasides and lavender fields
crimson earth with white ash
soft in the shadows of destitute women 
cold as the door closes on them
my father looks at me
a last look of distanced remorse 
nothing shining in the dark now
I am afraid
windows hiding the faces
making out the shapes 
as its driving away I sink inside
and day dawns to metallic chords
a brown radio blares on but dead 
I can paint now she has gone

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