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The frogs are still tonight.
Mute and scared,
they crawl into their beds
and choke their song.
Nothing-
 no guttural cry
no wasted tears or 
marks on paper 
can enfold
this wasted guilt
can pinch this cold sorrow,
 and numb disbelief
and wind it into an amulet.
Instead, the piercing refrain:
You are gone.
 All is silent.  
All is blank.
All is blank
 
 -For S
 
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