part 1.4 verklempt

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he laid on top of his blood.
his poor soul wandering
the world took the boy by his shoulders
and shook him until he fell

there's an empty seat in his classroom
with his name on it
and every time they look in that area
people expect to see him like any other day
and they're silenced. and the classroom is quiet.
they whisper because he's not coming back

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-kat

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