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The funeral home
Anonymous
Poetry
2024-2025 Spring
The empty pews should have been a sign.
The lonely minds that cried throughout these halls.
Organs played their sad tunes.
The mass graves hadn't been built in time.
Mothers and their newborns,
Grandparents and the youth,
Criminals and saints,
All lied here,
All died here.
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