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Niner Liner: Early 1982
The sky is as gray-heavy as wrought steel;
the air's chill is as abrasive as concrete, and
both are unyielding. The absence of your
presence from my life is like a paranthesis from
which you have removed all the words, or
translated them into a language of your own, a
grammar I cannot neither parse nor diagram, a
volcabulary I cannot arrange in poetry. You
took my name away by casting it from yourself.
Starward
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