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In our heads
Are graveyards
Many
Everyday we visit
Every night
We weep
We remember
The one that
Kept us up
Pushing fluids
The other
The car crash
His entrails
Hanging out
The young dad
Bike vs curb
One early dawn
Liver minced
The pancreatic
With cancer
All yellow
All dead
The new baby
Floppy like slinky
No sound
No hope
The breast lady
Besmirched
Figuratively
We failed her
We stay up
Like tonight
Secretly
Crying
Why?
(c) mbsaaka/2020
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