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Random Poem:

when my father died
starryme

When my father died,
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the hospital's chaplain
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                 met me at the door,
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                 took me down the hall,
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                 sat me in a room,
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                 broke to me the news.
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I couldn't help but think
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                 this is what she was paid for,
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                 that these walls are an awful
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                                              shade of death.
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Yes, and they surely don't comfort me
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and neither could she.
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This is what she was paid for
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and neither could she.
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They took me to my father
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(or the shell that remained).
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She put a hand on my back
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(as if that action alone would guide me forward)
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but I stood there frozen.
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I was frozen
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and somehow
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the entire world seemed cold.
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Her hands were cold.
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The chair was cold.
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These walls were cold.
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My tears were cold.
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My papa was cold.
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And by the time mom finally showed up,
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I was cold.
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I guess I figured...
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.. if everything was set to be cold,
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at least my frigid actions would be a choice.
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