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Jan 2013
An album of a friend
drones as I try
I try to console myself
with a pencil
Staring at a filling page,
nevertheless ever suspended in time,
found is an uncertain ache
and this ill desire to drag
I break for flat soda
or to look at the clock
or to look forward a few hours
and feel no better as the last song ends
and I write the final word
of an unfortunate poem
10-18-2012
Tyler Jericho
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Tyler Jericho
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