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anonymous Oct 2014
drinking the red wine bottle
that you had forgot and left behind.
my olfactory bulb at an aglow
you’re
the Edison of my sense,
a Tesla to my mind’s currents.
a solemn sacrament
and communion of us.
remembrance and remission
of our deeds, with
the transfusion of you
into me
Sean.
Manonsi Dec 2014
So it passes without you
windflows dancing on the places you had been
trying to fill the empty with silent music
and never quite filling


I still feel you
happy birthday lost one

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