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On the night that I dreamed you had died, I didn't want them to see me crying in the kitchen, But I did, and spoke only the truth for the day, In honor of you.  I hope that it wasn't a dumb thing to do. It probably was. I didn't want to speak to people you knew, But I did.  Told them how I knew you and, now, With you gone... **** it, you wouldn't want this, All this spewing of emotion, this lament of the flesh, From which you're now gone. I said I felt bad for loving you so much, but then I remembered your words, I said I was wrong, I said I was weak, but then I remembered your words, When you said, "You are, but that's o.k." It's the consolation of a friend, now gone, distilled to the essence, Of what you needed to hear, Exactly when you needed to hear it.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
on the Night That I Dreamed