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Georgia found beauty in bones

We slaughter and consume and create bones for our own enjoyment

Yet we hide from the natural creation of bones

And miss out on the joy of life in their song

To console a motherless child

The saddest eyes

The heart set adrift

What can be spoken

What can be offered

To bank the coals

Of the guiding light extinguished

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