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It follows us, mockingly Ever remembering Persistent, a most ruinous companion It’s funny, isn’t it? Our past And this little game we play
ask me again why the wounds hold me here like clots & bruises of another ruined sky with its sharp edges & its palette of blackbirds its long reach
When your run burns out and no one is around
January 24, 2010 at 12:24am Maybe I will come back in May Hopefully I will know where to stay...
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