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i died in a car crash |
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two days ago was unrecognizable |
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when they pulled me from the gears |
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no one's fault, no one's bottle |
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no one's teenage pride or throttle |
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our innocence is all the worse for fears |
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the other walked away alive |
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arms wrapped now around his wife |
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my lover sits, the silent eye |
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in a hurricane of warmth and word |
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my mother trembles with the sobs |
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whose absence seems absurd |
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my sister shouts to let her see |
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through the cloud of crowd surrounding me |
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my colleagues call for silence in my name |
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i died in a car crash three months ago |
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they burned me until i glowed |
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and crumbled to a fine gray sand |
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now i am nothing, everywhere |
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several breaths of strangers' air |
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and all thoughts ever written in my hand |
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they plant my tree out in the yard |
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it grows but takes the winter hard |
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my lover holds a knife to wrist |
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says tomorrow comes, hold on a while |
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my mother tosses in the sheets |
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and dreams me holding my own child |
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my sister plays our homemade tapes |
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laughs as tears run down her face |
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my office door now wears a different name |
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i died in a car crash four years ago |
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my tree drinks melted snow |
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just eight feet tall a pale and fragile thing |
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bee stings beaches bright vacations |
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sunburnt high-school graduations |
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a sparrow healing from a broken wing |
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this year a glimpse of second chances |
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tiny apples on my tree's branches |
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my lover hears the open wind |
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and crawls blinking into the sun |
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my mother leafs through photographs |
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and thinks "yes she was a lovely one" |
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my sister can't decide her truth |
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asks aloud what i might do |
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in a conference hall my brief efforts engraved |
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a lifetime ago it seems |
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a decade or two or three |
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they've come out with a new design |
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bars and bags front and behind |
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my fate now an impossibility |
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safely packaged hurtling down |
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the highway hardly make a sound |
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my lover very much alive |
