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and Was

and Was
is such a strange

I learned this morning at seven-thirty
you died yesterday
and Was

this vacuum you left behind
for me, subtle and wide
like the shadow on the north side of a building

refleshed in some small way
the wounds of shadows past
im learning
this body memorized what death feels like

when its close
when it Was

how to pray for the departed
you don’t
but for who’ve remained

what say those prayers
blessed reminders
be alive


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