The Second Dream

Ironically enough, searching for you through the halls of my high-school on a fall-fog night.   My head recalling details I thought I had left decades ago – locker 137 still dented,   the corrugations of cold metal outside the sound-proofing of the band room.   In the commons area when I found you,   I forgot to fill you in.   Pale, slate-empty,   you walked through everyone,   […]

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