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Heiichi Sugiyama

Last Words

She was trapped under the rubble of a building.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t afford a big house.
I never earned enough.”

“I didn’t mind, honey.”

The truck driver recalls those last words he spoke with his wife
the green light, growing blurry,
comes toward him in the deep of night

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Last Words

She was trapped under the rubble of a building.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t afford a big house.
I never earned enough.”

“I didn’t mind, honey.”

The truck driver recalls those last words he spoke with his wife
the green light, growing blurry,
comes toward him in the deep of night

Last Words

She was trapped under the rubble of a building.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t afford a big house.
I never earned enough.”

“I didn’t mind, honey.”

The truck driver recalls those last words he spoke with his wife
the green light, growing blurry,
comes toward him in the deep of night
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