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A death,
a life.
Not much longer
when someone you know dies.
A stranger,
yet a friend.
How was I to know his life was about to end?
Hear the stream trickle,
hear the wind blow.
Feel the waves crash
from way down below.
The foot kicks,
the hand shoves.
A body falls
and all is lost
in the name of love...
1993
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