Zywa
Like us
You see it everywhere: stones
burnt black with bones
a barbecue in the fire
of angry men
Sometimes dies one nobody
speaks about it what do you do
if the truth is too painful
if you even want to guess?
You don't run into soot stones
you keep back
or poke them curious
if there's anything underneath
I wasn't there
but for sure, I'm not crazy
so maybe she was -
thinking to be human
like us
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