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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 
 
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