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Jan 2012
left foot, right foot, left, right
eyes over everyone's head, just barely
as cameras explode,
wrapped in someone else's clothes;
he didn't own them, hadn't sewn them
but he made them beautiful

no more

and I can't do this **** the same way anymore,
without his smile on runway-right;
she looks so sad and beautiful, they say

*I can't do this **** anymore
Walter Louis Holohan
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   Odi, --- and serah
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