indian summer
taken away once too soon
endless memory
five seventy five
the candor of someone’s smile
all to what’s left me
song of the southwest
for wont of a jury confess
each moment impress
misplaced polarity
what is what should never be
living her decree
should it matter still
for rendered service distill
the dead need not kill
but you will
and everyday still
over you
only you
.
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