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EulogyClassic bier pose: eyes closed, arms folded over chest, everything aligned perfectly. / Peaceful, opposite of the turmoil in everyone around you. / You never did think about others at all.
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Apr 1, 2010
Green before me blurs a wallGreen before me blurs a wall; / Intermittent orange breaks the monochrome, / Hills behind ****** distinct treeshapes above
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Nov 12, 2010
HighwaySpeeding home on a hot summer evening, / You can see the storms brewing / On the horizon, far off over the
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Mar 22, 2011
I remember how it startedRemember when we were young? / Do you? / Do you
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Aug 26, 2010
On the ShoreI. / You were there, / and I was there
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Aug 9, 2011
Right of WayThe smooth, clean guitar floats out of the speakers, / Out of the open windows, and through the night / Air. It crosses the street, making its way to
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Jul 6, 2010
She grabbed my hand and the moon rising behind herShe grabbed my hand and the moon rising behind her / as we turned our faces to the sky, / drawing the energy of the lit skyscrapers,
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Mar 24, 2013
Sundays in SeptemberThe sun still sets fairly late— / Eight o’clock it’s usually dark. / Its rays are still warming, during the day,
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Sep 15, 2010
That one touch of her handThe touch that launched a thousand ships, / The one touch in the dark, / The one moment that launched four months,
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Aug 31, 2010
The AlleywayLeaning against the red brick wall, / feet pressed on the cobblestones, / filthy fingers holding lit cigarettes,
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Mar 31, 2010
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