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Dec 2013
I'd tell you every story
and every tale I have
If you'd ever actually
                                     listen.

But I see there's no      hope
in reaching you today.

So I'll just keep you
hanging there, lost,
where I want you,
and this grand scheme stolen from
                                     love.

O transient depth,
how moved am I
that you have moved on,
deeper now than I.

O transparent death,
how human are we
that you take us all,
and leave none behind.

Remember me, as you shall,
and I remember none
for none have reminded me
of what we once were.

                                      Entwined.
Sal Gelles
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Sal Gelles  The road
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