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A Sunday Morning in September
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A color that has no name
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A strange twist upon your mouth
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Lying outstretched on the floor
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Your head slumped awkwardly against the wall
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The image seared in my mind
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Haunting dreams that I'd arrived in time
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Only to have you die again and again
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Night after night
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I run my fingers across your name
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Etched in gold lettering on the cold marble
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That separates my hands from your hands
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And your world far from mine
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27 May 07

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haunting indeed. great word use, very honest poem and probably difficult to write down.
 — humblebee

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