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Mar 2019
The lights flickered and then all went midnight.
That's when we lose our names, 'out of sight'.
He, she, they, him, her.
In the daylight.
In the darkness.
In the Winter.
In the Summer.
I want to have a name that falls from your lips.
I may one day lose life's grip.
You may not be with me on this trip.
But please remember my name.
He, they, him is simply not the same.
When death here on earth has claimed another
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The Concrete Poet  M
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