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Drugs, chemicals between us, walls that separate and feed us. Shrinking feeling of a white sheet, it's only the echo of white pants ... the sun glistening off the black street. No hands to hold wands, the wind blows ash and dirt from grave plots and birthday parties. Two events, same day what a startling coincidence. The raven and a blue Jay, mockingbirds and sparrow's, a rose beside a lily ... through concrete cracks it grows.