.Look at the rain, poring with grace on our graves
On our cold bodies, in our imaginary embrace
Look at the moon shining high while we die every day
We felt, we said
Oddly positioned tombs are that normal in here
Normal the silence, normal the presence of fear>Normal the density of .
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