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i wonder where i'll be when I hear you died

and read whatever change occurs in all the things i wanted to tell you

will i simply forget them, i hope for this

more likely, they'll rewrite themselves and with the tone and tense of death mean more, accuse me more

and i'll have to slip a little dead language into every lively conversation

with anyone who reminds me of you

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