Monday, January 12, 2009

The Breeze Cuffs Comments

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Death begins like this, and all imperfections empty,
As the toilet flushes underneath the naked light bulb
Far out on the naked prairie: Thus, I should not
Begin at all. I should not walk high in the snow to see my lover,
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Robert Rorabeck
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