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  1. Can we take this little bone in my heart
    and put it in a glass box
    with some candles and some broken clocks
    just to see a sea of faces stopping
    in the dark dark.
    If you find a friend in God
    please ask them for direction
    to the places they left those restless souls
    jjjust to drown in their own damn’nation
    under rooftops, in their back yards
    behind the family sofa
    while their Grand Ma’s banged against the walls
    abandoned in St Rita’s.

    I don’t really care what they say,
    we heard it all before the breach.
    They may think they Know What It Means…
    to bet your soul…
    and find your self
    losing.

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