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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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