Poem.
sun strip
the coat was black and wet
sit naked on the roof
hanging and feet
hospital walls wipe their tears
and our feet
their footsteps on the stairs quietly forgotten
last wail up grandfather
extends to the window on the sky
while the flowers in my hands
they complain
into water
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