Bombs rearranged their lives
later after hands inside
dust feel for flaws in the smooth
the cool inside the taste imagined fruit.
Full of fruit and blossoms. Both of
this state grey milky. Something left over.
Weren't they there in the photo from '42
all smiling at Onkel Magnus
some joke he was making
clowning around the table New Year's.
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