prologue
Fragmented thoughts - smell of ashes - I sat there on the bench looking at the crows scavenging on the chimney - I just saw your dead face - I didn't want to, but I had to help carry you - you looked...calm.
epilogue
Nightmares everyday - I feel you following me ever night I pass your door - I wake up at night and see you standing near the table, harmless, calm.
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