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Plateau KidsSomeday they’ll look back here / and tell each other, / that the end started with us.

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Midnight BlueLate at night, / My blue smoke floated / Away; running from solid things

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Camp FireThere is nothing better / In the eyes of men, / Then watching fire consume the world,

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The (True) EulogyThe tobacco end is lit under sickly, divine light. / Its artificial glow lays heavy on the snowy spectators. / I am the preacher of this sermon today, this cigarette my casualty, my charge:

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Hands Shoot OutI think we go through this life screaming and hurtling, / like a man in a chute, falling. / As he dives down this chute,

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