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Jul 2014
Faces,
Square
Rough
Marble. Their eyes empty and gray,
Lacking life,
They're dead.
Faces
Chiseled into stone.
One then another
Four in a row
W, J, R, L
Four names in a list.
Yet not in chronological order.
None smile
Yet we smile at them,
Who are they?
Iris Rebry
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Iris Rebry
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   Meagan Marie
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