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Apr 5
Making the most of lifeโ€™s mystery
It marks a tragic collapse
Into laziness and lethargy
Like a folded sweatshirt
Love is answered
In the fire and the snow
So we gather firewood
And pretend to confess our sins
Are you serious or do you jest
Artisans arrested my heart
One handful of garlic
Can contain up to twenty cloves
I was concussed
Is that what you suggested
Tenement masters
Impressed upon our bones
So he followed her down the stairs
You were a submarine and i was a diver
Did I follow too closely
We might never know
You were thirty years old
In dinner dress she spoke
You know that sometimes
Even great performances can
Make you feel more alone
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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