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suicide (for my grandfather)

suicide (for my grandfather)

We couldn’t lessen your demons
You didn’t discard of them
They set foot in our lives
In the name of suffering
Sorrowful
We daydream that you packed your dancing shoes
And you live in a town called malice
 

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