He is there, lying on a white cloth
He is there, with his mouth forever shutWhile you're here, writing poems about him
While you're here, drying your panic with wordsThe panic was numb you questioned
The panic was there, shaking your limbs, dampening your palms you thought
The panic was forever, pulling your hair out
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