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intimation
going going
it’s everyone you ever looked up to
all those ahead
some few behind
it’s everyone gets into the vanish
you think about them
knowing you’re next
‘made us laugh’
or
‘touched my heart’
‘was kind to me once, you know’
and now too late to say your thanks
though do
it’s all evaporate
it’s down these steep steep stairs you go
it’s how the horses heads are turned
the yellow springs, the blessed isles
set out one last time in the snow
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