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not
telling
dark
place they knew
and
would not take us
unspeakable
imagine
the pain with which they lived
the
pictures seared in all their seeing
skin
crawled
guts
churned
from
the fact
of
the words
from
the numbers they knew
not
telling
hands
of the drowning
still
grip their legs now
can
still feel the kick
how
they gulped for that air
not
telling what they will not tell
not
telling what there's not to say
so
we will never know
how
it was
that
they were not for death
not
yet
ache
or scar
or
what they saw
how
some were spared
these
were the bones
who
danced to light
imagine
the pain with which they live
imagine
the truth of who they are
we
will never know
sometimes they shine the more
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