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Grief

funerals, clumsy beautiful, heart wrenching.
no one knows where to stand, sit or look,

faces that cannot cry anymore 
faces that can't yet remember the truth of a smile.
someone once loved, respected, honored and cherished and
no one knows how to fill the gap.

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