Thursday (A True Story)

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Last night, while we were sleeping,

Secure of mind in our queen-sized beds, 

Death occured.

To someone that we know,

Who found they had to let someone go,

This morning at 6 AM.

"I'm sorry," she said,

As she walked in. 

But we nodded our heads,

"We understand."

Today, while we were leaving class,

To the comfort of our homes,

Her wet eyes met mine,

As we passed her by,

To bury her mother,

At 6 PM this afternoon. 

 

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