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Late Nights and Dinner Movies
by Christopher ShinThe funny things
we watch as the blood
mixes with the liquor.
The stories of lives
that influence and
are reported in common
flows.
Like a common plot
we dive further
into the garden
of our frustration.
Only to realize that
the artist died
before you were born.
We cry at
the longing,
and miss the forgotten.
But in it all we
remember that the
words now flutter
in the minds of many
and all. 11/26/2009 Posted on 11/26/2009
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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| Posted by V. Blake on 11/26/09 at 09:11 AM I was sold on this poem's awesome by the start of line 4, and it only got stronger from there. Awesome work. (Surely I've set some record with the speed of this comment.) |
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