May 2020
the
buried sounds
of lost lives
muffled
in the cries
of the visiting
black ties,
shovelled
dirt filled skies
held down
by the crumbled
grieving stones
of resting minds.
buried sounds
of lost lives
muffled
in the cries
of the visiting
black ties,
shovelled
dirt filled skies
held down
by the crumbled
grieving stones
of resting minds.
(19/M/Brighton)
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