In a darkened space
With lips that are very very.
We see the faces that
are never ever seen.
The things that should be said,
instead drag along unsaid.

In and out, in and out.
A rudimentary remembrance.
A day that never goes right.
I had a good one, once long ago.
The luck of a devil.
The luck of an ancient saint.

We live a dream.
We see the children,
with dust filled faces.
The blood, their mouths
and the mourning.
For those who can never return.

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