You shall not have my hate
Inspired by this article
Move on?
How can I?
Where can I?
On my way to work,
on some mornings,
I just stand
on the pavement
where I
watched the
death of
my wife
I held tightly in my arms
And
my baby whose
Gurgling voices
I still hear
On some
mornings
in my empty
balcony
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