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I don’t want the painting; its yours
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2012
This is it
The moment at which you become obsolete
Sink in the existence of another man
Become a hollowed wood torn down to build a home
This is it
I am here in the presence of the shivers left behind by Leonard Cohen’s words
A moment cross legged upon the hard floor of chapters
Canadian poetry section of freedom from my own commitments
This is it
Where you and I die
He was my lesson in letting go
Problem is he wasn’t who I need to learn to let go
You were
And this is it
