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our lives stopped in October     with the brain tumor     (that wasn't even ours) and now there's a calendar     and piles of things     all stuck in October while our real selves are in spring     or is it our fake selves     gone on before us with the impossible feeling that we     will never catch up     still here in October and the flowers are blooming     the April showers     bringing May flowers to October. in October he died     though his body lingered on     his meanness and vanity too but there was never home again     no corn from the garden     no last buck to bring down everything that should be     died just before fall     though life continued to gasp through Christmas, into winter     half-life, half-stopped, desperate     and breaking since October.
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
in October
our lives stopped in October     with the brain tumor     (that wasn't even ours) and now there's a calendar     and piles of things     all stuck in October while our real selves are in spring     or is it our fake selves     gone on before us with the impossible feeling that we     will never catch up     still here in October and the flowers are blooming     the April showers     bringing May flowers to October. in October he died     though his body lingered on     his meanness and vanity too but there was never home again     no corn from the garden     no last buck to bring down everything that should be     died just before fall     though life continued to gasp through Christmas, into winter     half-life, half-stopped, desperate     and breaking since October.
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
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