Alto Lee Thomas, Jr. Biography

I reckon that your eyes and lips have long been known to me.
I would know you by your eyes alone.
Your lips, when parting by degrees, unleash your voice to me
In harmonies like angel's songs.
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I stand before the open grave
As dirt, by handfuls, slowly trickle down to coffin's lid.
We greet each other's reddened eyes with tearful smiles
And gaze down upon the remnants of our longtime friend.
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As curtains rise,
Lain paralyzed
He is first apprised
Our star;
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When comes

The chill
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Purified by trial
And suffering;
Pain paints,
The clearest picture,
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