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  • There is something that I own

    That no one knows about. A secret

    I keep -- not because it's bad

    or good. I‘ve just kept it

    to myself. I have

    in my possession

    the undershirt

    my dad was wearing

    when he died. It is cut

    down the side and

    at the shoulder strap

    where the medics got access to his

    chest. They tried to revive him.

    I can picture it

    and I only hope

    that my father’s soul

    was feeling good. At peace

    with leaving.

    I have his shirt. The last thing

    That he wore

    Next to his skin

    Closest to his body

    When he departed

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