sidewaysinoly 53M
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6/11/2006 3:44 pm

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6/12/2006 1:22 pm


Your hurried passing left me walking in clouds of gritty dust

You passed by like a late summer forest fire

You blew out of here like Mt St Helens

Did you think to slip out of sight like a new moon?

They boxed up your formal dust--since the unseen was seperated from the seen

You're all spirit now

Like the full moon proves the sunlight is around--my mind proves your spirit is out there too

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