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Tribute To Bill before/after Languid breezes move throughout the house. Blossom petals flutter to the lawn, scattered as so many memories, decorating the landscape in fullness of color. I ponder through thoughts lost and battles won. Weeping psychic tears that don't exist, screaming without a throat, without a tongue. I drift to the age of the day and petals down, flower. Love is all we have, said the man, then he died. He was right. Petals down, flower. Petals down. Brimming with madness and the gleam in the eye, long since missed, long since gone. I tell the truth with ease. The ease of a foregone man in a slouching grey hat and susceptible eyes.
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