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off to the side- was he really there?- i see a man he looks like me this child blinks, laughs with my eyes around the corner women lunch storekeepers ***** and gossip cats yowl and dogs hump their owners legs because they want to play frisbee in the park there's a war in the next street and a wedding tomorrow i visit gettysburg clad in cold wind, ...
There are few of us who are here to remain. You are not one of them. Do not feel sad. Do not feel glad. Just listen to us. Do not act. You are not meant to. You are not supossed to speak. Because you are a slave to our screams. Do hear them. Now, how does it feel?
This failing butterfly Spirals towards Earth. Her reddish hues speak to me of transformation, A drift towards graves, and Suddenly oxygenated venous blood That will never return again to the heart. This leaf will become mulch, and be reborn First green, then yellow. But her sisters, she whispers to me Gliding into my ear, In ancient groves, have already fallen and Like the men of Antietam Can rise no ...
last night i straightened up the house, before i curled under the blankets bent to pick up a piece of moonlight off of the floor the other morning we were a black and white movie, gorgeous shadows, blue moonlight shining down on our hands after i'd massaged your fingers and you to sleep i stared down at the poetry of our limbs - ...
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