This standing pole.
The one that wrecked her bones.
And this same pole is now a monument.
Holding memories.
Holding lost dreams.
Placed in this spot with this predestined fate.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Surrounded by flowers.
Little notes.
Little notes.
This standing pillar.
A pillar of our love.
A pillar of our sadness.
A pillar of our confusion.
A pillar of our outrage.
And all we lost.
And how we lost it.
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