Sticks of branches tiled the floor.
Not a word was said.
Boys and girls hid in themselves
Like a poet in his head.
Starlight broke their cool serene.
Fear rode their hearts faster.
All laid out as eyes wide cried:
A marijuana massacre.
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I would like to translate this poem
v gud write kyle, deeply moving, peace to those who succumbed...