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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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 I would get one from Sara Teasdale's poem "lost as a candle lit at noon". Or "I compose myself" from Atwood. Though most of CJC's Lit cohort would think me mad. Or "Give no story. Make no claim." from The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. To remind me of heaven. |