Marc Mannheimer Biography

A house
of stone and glass,
built above the ocean,
reflects the sunlight
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I saw a picture of her a year ago,
my one time brown-eyed girl.
She looked like she’d hit the pavement,
I guess like the rest of the nation.
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Some tears taste
like pure, clear spring water,
despite the salt,
and despite the fact that you know
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my hands

all over these words,
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my plague name

was Gary
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