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Poetry

when we were dead.

We were told
To feel
nothing.

We were told
To think of
nothing
at
all.

“One pill or two?
I’ll give them to you–
If you tell me everything.”

Where were you
When we were dead?
Where were you
When we were rotting away?

We were told
To think of
nothing.
nothing
at
all.

Where were you
When
i
was
dead?

Where were you
When
i
was
rotting
away?

(For Us, originally published as a poem for my friends on Tumblr, 2014)

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