Not be

Souls I cannot believe in but
Are true
Noted loss
There is pain that cannot be lain on words
To await a match, a

To be them, to be her, to be
to be, to be her, to be them
to be her, to be, to be, to be, to

To not be

Gathered armfuls of tear and song; no
A procession of bowed heads
A garlanded silence
darkening, now

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