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Passing Along

She had died
in everyone’s mind but mine,
yet still they buried her;
That,
I find unfair.
 
Was two paths,
that never really cross
but double round each other,
always and again,
so natural?
So inherently, genetically yours
 
Love so sullen, yet unapologetic
like the dreary face that spatters itself
across the masonry of your remembrance
 
I lay my colours in front of all,
where I imagine your chest to be,
where I am deluded that your hands
would receive
 
Let all of this all break loose now
all voices that sigh
replicate slowly every cadence
of our last fight
 
I only watch TV now,
for a clock;
all other hands
my directions
have stopped.

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