Dead

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Cold

Lifeless

At peace

Not staring back

Dead

Everyone lies before me in piles

Nana lies beside my foot

She does not stare back at me

Mom is near Zoe

At peace

Zoe lies lifeless

Dad is in the living room

He is cold

Only I stand

I am covered in blood

Death is to blame

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