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Jul 2019
The phone rings.
It's an un'famili'ar number.
A message is left.
It's a 'family' member.
It's from a cousin that you haven't spoken to in at least 3 years.
"Your Aunt passed away on July 4th"
your cousin whispers on the message.
"A service will be held next Saturday from 11am to 3pm and her burial will be on Sunday" your cousin continued.
"We hope to see you there" your cousin finishes.

5 minutes later,
everyone's lives move on like nothing ever happened.
But something did.
Your Aunt just died.
Never to be seen on this earth, ever again.
Death was announced over a voice mail message.
RIP Aunty.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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