shed

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12.19.2005

You can't trust death: hiding, waiting, hiding, pouncing, never content
Press back against the difficult, don't die back day by day

12.18.2005

Waking and asleep, nightlong rain, mixed with relentless death
The heart contains only persistence and promise, no praise now

If I hadn't forgotten him he would still be alive (no child)
Had I only gone there instead, he wouldn't be dead (no no no)

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