the unjust graves

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"I want to press my head
to the ground and listen to
all the bodies no on ever thought
deserved a grave;
their velvet coloured screams
creating cracks in the pavement
we plastered over them
as a poor excuse to rid their history;
any atlas in the world
will show you that
the dirt beneath your feet,
with aurulent rocks and marigold seeds,
is above a graveyard
of shattered ribs souls broke
trying to escape but ended up snagged
on the edges of their skeletal prison."

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