Everyone wants to publish the sadness

Everyone wants their photo with the dead man.

Look I met him look he was my
friend look hug me look how thin
was my waist.

And while the dead die and die
everyone wants to publish the sadness of him.

They all want to hold on to the dead man's shirt.

Look we were in the patio of your house
look he was looking at me look how his
His hand was pointing at me.

And while the dead die and die
the living place in their profile picture
a black ribbon.

That without likes there is no duel.

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