Treble
Sister, sister
There are people on the sidewalk
Doing strange things
Taking calls without phones
Having loud arguments with invisible salesmen
Dancing to unheard hit songs
And look, sister
One of these was mother
One of these was father
Disappeared, de-housed and addressless
And one is our little brother
Who died of the inconvenient ov…
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