I'd go back and save them all
if I could
probably wrong to do so
For reasons not for us to know
their deaths served some purpose
I would save them for selfish reasons
For good or ill, part of my own
Only wanting to discover
where continued intersections lead
So selfish
No respect for their wishes
or desires of those passed
Might not even have been a part
or grown to be someone's villain
We read the book
the art you commended
Now acquainted with the inspiration
and feeling quite unmoved
A well-practiced leer at the Rumba Bar
a girl dancing looked like Annie
Made me think
of a home so far away
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