.The gutter procession,
it's a slow depression.
And my tree becomes a skeleton,
it's ghost haunts the front yard.
A stone wall to stand you up,
a sidewalk to lead you on.
Memories gather in the street below,
the candles you lit let the end be told.
Unlike the poem I wrote<.>
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