Stop me if you’ve heard this one, my brother
When we laid you to rest
it was like watching a library burn down
Pouring out of our homes to bear witness
It was beautiful at first
Until we realized that all our stories
Were going
up
in
smoke
I tried to breathe it in
Holding it deep in my chest
Like a massive bong rip
But only ended up coughing
up
my
heart
I don’t think anyone noticed
Román Leão 
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