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Aaron

He came from a land of trees
Cuz freedom wasn’t free enough
Spoke with passion screaming from the depth
And I was torn between hearing every word
And I had to take his torch
Pass it on and carry his breath with me
He spoke of the stars, of the sky
And boys with striped shirts
 
Undulating voice
Crying voice
Yelling voice
The man wanted to be heard
Shouting from the rafters underneath his feet
 
He... was fucking funny,
Flowing and interrupted
Corrupted, maybe
By his youth.
 
We’ll never know.
 
12 Feb 2008
Christopher Loflin

Even I forgot.

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