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All I can see is that pileup of bodies,
the way every face
looked like yours,
even the ones that were melting.
It wasn't charred flesh I smelled,
but the scent of your cologne,
so thick
I gagged on it.
All I can see is
the way every car
looked like yours,
even the ones on fire.
It wasn't screams I heard,
but the sound of your song,
the strength in your voice,
echos of laughter.
You have not stopped
wreaking havoc
since the day you left.
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