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Night breaks
And our eyes ache
Our sights on
Our town's celestial marks
The east coast
Lies my mother's ghost
Lies like grace
Upon the books she wrote
Signs say
Where the rich go
Her smoke will follow
Our lungs will pay
And some say
When children play
Her kiss like wine
Upon the softest face
Says love me
