They said Show us the meaning of love
I pointed up and said
Through the harsh rebuke of death
I look at her and I am happy
for the first time today
she forgot to be sad
On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...
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