For my little sister Angela
Never saw the grave where
Angela laid; still wonder why
Death took you; a faded potrait
You drove dead in the silent ambulance
Never saw the tears from mothers eyes
Jazz was there in thin air
Grace or faith were never there
At night I see your face
Sad staring back in deaths mirror
Like a dream within another
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