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Nov 2011
listen to me sleep,
    and maybe
I won't fade away.

but that's what I
should have,

                    said yesterday.



       I'm the whistle,
    you're the hum.


and neither of us,

  
               know the words.
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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     The Sick Red Carnation, --- and ---
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