I’m tied to the knot of the deceased
tied to their truths that haven’t been released
tied around their stories stuck in their graves unvisited
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I see that death puts life onstage
why is nobody looking
why do they live behind their closed eyes
and hum against the chorus
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she insisted
leave children be
send them back to where they came from
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what’s my origin, Mother
where did we start
where did you and I start
who sorted us out
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who went too far
holding our hands
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normality is a bed where crimes pretend to sleep
Croque-Melpomene 