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the end of poetry it was a great run these letters words not sentences all arranged to make sounds in your mind when the last poetry shop closed i was…

not all the same slow motion pain we are not all the same losses tear some of us deeper loves lost wound us at depths we will never fathom she…

tasting snow the images dreams plans are never happening a frigid chill swept over all of us one of us me is fighting to relight the fire one of us…