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Oct 2020
After your last gasp to grasp life,
warm prayers fill the night.
Empty hallways stained
from the cries of pain,
leaving our bodies eternally drained.
Prayers turned into stares,
the realness of your stillness
was something we couldn't bare.
Your last breath testifies
to what I don't yet understand.
As for now, chilling winds ensnare
warm prayers from these cold hands.
Written by
Angelo Martinez
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