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Do you know what you are doing When you freeze a motion When the motion is bigger than you Can you understand that When you slam on the brakes at 50 That a life is just slipping out the window When are things going to get so big That you realize they tower over you That they crash over and drown you? |
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| I miss the simple way you look at me When I can read your mind And you are reading mine And what about when you hold me So tight and you are soft Like holding my own heart in my hands Intentions could crush that Translate mind into fingers I miss that you were near When I am troubled, here You seek me out to dry my tears With each step if I could rotate the Earth I would spin it around for you I miss the sound of you |
| His name was not important Enough to print all he got was �White male drowned� in the Police report at the back of the Local newspaper But I think he said it was Marvin I remember thinking it was a Funny name but not laughable Because he seemed so sad and A little dangerous But I guess he didn�t know about The waves that roll out every day And the fact that they roll back in Again. And something told him to �Let go, Marvin.� |
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| I worked with him He never said much Just did his job He seemed odd sometimes Controlled by inner mechanics Unknown to his fellows We messed with him No more than usual I think it hurt. |
| A sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach, and closed eyes to blot everything out./ Dark, freezing water lapping brown hair, puckering the floating body. |
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| Three Poems for Marvin |
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