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What she said was more real.


“The lights don’t go out when the world ends” she said “you just realize there is no light.”

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The trees spun like autumn-dancers broken by the same thing that made them free.

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“It’s the way she laughed” he said.

“I don’t know what that means” his friend said.

“I know” said the first man, “I know.”

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An out of tune doctor prescribed something you wouldn’t give a dying dog, but it cured me.

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Do you smile for a tripod without a camera?

Do redacted lines sound more beautiful?

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We break, not when we have had enough but when we are going to the place we never left.

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Red places me on the deathbed of reality. I am only real then.

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She said “You are talking about the big picture but I am talking about…” and she told me.

What she said was more real.

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Would you hand an adversary our own best interests so they may eat first?

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Once two butterflies landed on me, I think they were resting.

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Who remembers the moment the paint dried on a painting? Those who were there.

Everyone else is a foreigner.

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We could not turn time back.

She said what she had not said.

We walked in circles until we both walked away.

I remember the first words.

I asked “How are you?” and she answered “Nervous.”

Then, in an erased moment…

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Trucks linger on highways like songs we remember in high school.

School dances and hitching home.

Both get you somewhere.

Both are simple memories.

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What if we all stopped singing and looked at each other?

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Time is my medium.


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