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leftovers I caught a second of the reception When life married death out of love I was faintly aware of the crowded encampment Inside a head in a bottle�s bottom And joy and praise laid the fabrics Of the white veils out of kindness and respect Taken by whom what time how much When had I forgotten that I remembered I�m not so certain Surely first to see a union but not the last Of the confusion is a destination I chose when the world was washing in rains And changing garments four times a year They threw it away I was certain I am still here by eternalslacker |