There is a girl I go to see every day who never stops dancing. She dances in the sunshine, and she dances in the rain. And sometimes, she dances while I cry and wish that I could hold her in my arms again. But there are no more fulfilled wishes in my ruined town. Just artists to remind us of the world torn from our bodies. And my baby, never found beneath the concrete, memorialized in this drawing on the wall.
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