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a_gentle_goodbye
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Careless photographs
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Torn by the indecision of mixed signals,
I can not replace or make you forget your past, nor would I want to.
I have already met someone who seems to be unafraid of conversing with me, laughing at all my stupid little jokes, showing geniune interest in conversation, placing in my ears whispers meant for me alone.
So I leave this entreaty alone again. Forever again, it's all I can do to erase you from my rememberances and longings. But a point in time is gone, swept away by the writer's pen. Left to begin again with another. May good fortune find you with coffee and 'smoke' in hand.
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040825
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unhinged
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yes, i'll find someone someday
that's what they all say
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040825
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Careful Now
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in three years time perhaps?
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040825
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unhinged
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possibly
and then i will be happy for a few short seconds
and if history repeats itself as it has shown itself to do
they'll ignore me after awhile
start doing coke again
something like that
karma's a bitch
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040825
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unhinged
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just stay with what is close
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040825
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kookaburra
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naw...
i wanna go kicking and screaming
or not at all
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040825
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Doar
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kookie...thanks for the smile.
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040826
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pete
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over the course of my three day weekend, the goodbye will be gently mixed with renewed attachment. sometimes i am creul to myself without thinking.
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040826
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Death of a Rose
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That forever separation of first the eyes, then the fingers becoming elastic or magnetic, then finally the lost contact.
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040826
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pete
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voices crack and break as the phone lines go dead,
the letters come weeks, then months, then never
your face fades from my memory
and your name becomes a dream
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040826
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mourninglight
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a kick in the pants
get out my face
be happy I don't have anything large and blunt to aid in your exit.
I told you it was gentle.
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040827
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kookaburra
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doar...happy to help
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040828
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pete
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i watched as she hugged each in turn,
wished them a good year before they left
when i was about to go,
she merely smiled from her porch,
not waving,
no hug,
not even a 'goodbye,'
and so i biked into the darkness
wondering how
wondering why
i was given
such an insubstantial,
no existant
goodbye
from my dear friend...
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040901
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pete
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*nonexistant
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040901
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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