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Dec 2016
Leonard Cohen
I sought out your words
and disguised myself in blankets of prose
I followed you like Hemingway
and Bukowski
and cried when you died
like a mentor I never had
Or a lover I never
shed skin with
But your deep tones rattle my bones
to this day
Lucanna
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Lucanna
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