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I'm of seeing you boxed up
in cardboard and fatigue, threadbare in 20 degrees.
And I'll be around you so lightly,
hoping that you disturb me
from my retreat, from making my retreat.

A long ago, we paved our cities over bones.
We cadavers into roads,
and when we gave prayers, we them as donations
and lingered impatience
as the casket was on your fingers.

You lost face in the elements
but God, I'm no
with the and the means to recover this.
But I'll stick my hands in the of injustice
with five bucks for some AIDS I've never met
or for veterans.

So will you me what I came here for?
Forgiveness, more.