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Auschwitz

the cold cuts into me like the needle into their skin
marking them forever so we can never forget
my shadow is doubled, tripled, quadrupled
as I walk out the way they couldn’t
followed by ancestors I never met
who faded away
the way these buildings have faded
from horror-houses
to museums




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