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Grief

November 17, 2015
By debasree PLATINUM, Brooklyn, New York
debasree PLATINUM, Brooklyn, New York
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As the coffin fell into the pit
The voices ascending
And descending
Like the wavering mirage
From the heat of the fire
The only anchor
her tear
falling from
Red and black rimmed eyes
the colors swirling together
As the fire of the incense
rose to meet her face
And warm her
Cold heart.



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