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Fires On JavaRegrets, they come in waves and break around his feet / And he begins to wonder who he might have been / Had roads diverged in different woods and fields
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This Famous CreatureHe touched our hands / But unconcernedly this famous man / And would not look us in the eye
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Not Quite UnseenMoist and monochrome, clouds are gathering / On a Sunday afternoon. / Look up idly from my browsing, at the building 'cross the pool
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Guilt RemindedThere's a girl I think about, sometimes / On wet afternoons, and when I'm on my own / Well, she's an older woman now but still a first affection
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Altered StatesHe had lost her attention / As the time together bridged / A span of competing but uneven years
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Denouement RevisitedIna's pregnant, I am bored / Grace and Eric mute behind me / On the street two floors below us
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Taking The Weight OffA generation ago in the hope of redemption / I would look into the mirror, and shave through the steam / Reflected in dim disapproval I'd see
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Miles Above And Hours Away (Rana Plaza Revisited)She'd walked to work at sundown / When the blue dissolved to evening / Past the roadside vendors cooking fires,
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The Right of Last RefusalThe point of no return was reached / Some years ago, the dividend was earned / And spent without regard
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The TrainA backward look in reparation. / The train that leaves the evening station. / Lights are dimmed in lengthening carriages.
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