returning
I never heard my father cough
I must
to say so
be dying
insect is a thing
cannot be
surrounded
the rich have their ghosts and the angels
their seaweed
I never heard my father cough
I must
to say so
be dying
insect is a thing
cannot be
surrounded
the rich have their ghosts and the angels
their seaweed

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