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the storm




the storm raged for months

when it was over

all that was left was the rain

and the cemetery


evening chimes

imagined meaning

unspoken pandemonium

bewildering simplicity


widest night

your code i do not understand

each fragile moment

a new kind of lost



last night you came to me in a lucid dream

"been a few months" i said

big smile and a hug

and you were gone



i remember us smoking and joking

as we walked through "the gates"

you liked central park

(you took me there often as a child)


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