Paper hearts,
Folded and unfolded,
Strewn over your tomb,
Carried by the wind.
Are you on the receiving end,
Are your eyes on us,
Are your ears privy
To our words so soft?
Incense lit,
And candles in the wind;
A sight you loved,
Dark songs of the crows.
Are you on the other side,
Lending an invisible hand,
Or are you scratching the wall,
Trying to break free?
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