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When your loved ones die,
They leave behind their shoes and socks,
Walking aimlessly through your mind's eye
Every fallowed night of dreams;
And sandals, lost on numberless beaches
Of alone; and they leave empty footprints
In the deep hollow, of your soul's regret,
Trudging along the marrow, of your lovesick bones.
Time after time you get up, intending to follow
But the steps lead you right to the top of an abyss;
From there they cross the sky,
In between the drops of rain
Of all the tears were ever cried.
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