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you and I walked
to the graveyard
at 11:12 pm
you and I entered
the graveyard
with the skeletons
resting in pieces
beneath our feet
I cradled the sleeping
baby
but the shovel
in your hands
didn't stop
screaming
my mind bone dry
& yours a hollow
cavity or so
I thought
you and I had been running
away from thoughts
which had been running
towards this catacomb
and you and i now walked
on restless ground
we buried no hatchet—
if we had, would it
be different?
you plucked the baby
from my arms
(was that a somber
smile?)
and
good night.
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