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Jan 2013
I met you
Late one night
The bar was closing
Visions blurred
We sat on the curb
And I shared my cigarette
As we drank
And fell headfirst
Deeper down the rabbit
Hole
The street light flickered
And you told me
In your vibrant soprano
That life was paradise

I didn't know what you meant
And I laughed my way to the
Apartment I was occupying
To sleep amongst the masses
Forgot about you

You were sweet
And I never saw you again
Never understood
What you had said
I moved houses
Moved on
Thinking how
My life was hell

Until I wrote this
And remembered
Years have passed
And I'm sure you've
Moved on
Towards some
Greater paradise
But I'm still here
Trying to see what you saw
In between the lines
Of the living and the dead
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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