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Sep 2014
Soft-shoe across the dance-floor
at your granddaughter's wedding.
You swallow an anti-inflammatory
with your double whiskey,
and feign living again
until you begin to convince yourself.

You told the college boys not to tell
on you, when they saw you smoking
**** in the old folk's home.
In return you would
throw back their ball
every time it would come past the fence.

β€œA lifetime is all that you can make it”
was you mantra for living when you died.
From then on I tried to look for
the sunlight in a distant fog of stars.
I looked to capture a moment of permanence,
to remember your name
beyond the need for time at all.
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Edward Coles
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Edward Coles  26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand
(26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand)   
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