Sunday, November 16, 2014

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What ever part
Died with you
Was most
Of who I am
I don't know
Myself, anymore
Who is this
Stranger
In the mirror?
I can't stand
His voice
Or his
Grieving eyes

Your echo
Won't let me
Wither away
Someplace dark
I feel like
An old cat
On trembling legs
Looking
For a place to die
Quietly
My memories
Of the tall grasses
are fading

Without our
Dreamer
We have
Lost our dreams
Without our
Visionary
We have no vision
Without you Natchez
I cannot breath
I cannot see
Into the future
Anymore

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