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Jul 2016
From first call to final rights
The door badge a colorful arrangement
Announcing only loss
We lose the plot
We march in procession to the grave
Our uneneding disposition
We only wake for the deceased
The mourners
The bereaved
All that remains
And how does it register?
When we speak the language of death
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
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       Denel Kessler, ---, ---, NV, naΗ§Γ­ and 14 others
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