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Elizabeth Romero: To You, Martin
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When I saw you on film tonight
I remembered the dream I had when I was mourning you
You were rolling
A bolt of cloth at an altar
Thump thump thump
You smiled
You were clean
There was no death wound in your neck
They didn’t kill you
On film tonight
I listened to the words
Pour from your mouth
Like the blood of heaven
Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Romero
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So much in so few lines. Thank you.
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