Like the heavy black cape you were wearing that night, your soul blankets Brunswick We're operating a little slower today as we jay walk across Sydney Road your spirit lingers in our eyes exchange sympathetic glances with residents we've never met a sombre, bitter-relief kind of peace the clouds have gathered it's raining non-stop forecast says it's going to get really cold Turns out you may have never made it to Hope Street, Jill I'm trying to get there, not sure I can, will I cut off unnecessary words from my Facebook Page changed the title from 'Koraly Dimitriadis -- Love and F**k Poems' to just 'Koraly Dimitriadis' FULL STOP so it's boy short don't want anyone to touch me right now Death walks in Brunswick can't see it, a figure of a man, ghost like lock your doors, double check, once, twice tuck in my baby girl for the night refrain from projecting into the future don't feel any safer with the arrest think about moving, not too sure where safe is anymore Your husband and brother sit in court want to be face-to-face We're all sitting behind them All of Brunswick are in the front rows Behind them, the rest of the northern suburbs Behind them, the remainder of Melbourne And so on, And so on, And so on We all want to hear the words Want justice to be served Want to understand We want questions answered How it is possible that you have ceased to breathe