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About death
I thought I was his wife for
two years and 4 months
So before that I spoke to
him a lot
I thought I knew
what I was doing
Minding my own business
Thinking I was hearing him
and knowing that it's not true
He's alive he's alive
What a nice day
I sat across him and we ate
a really good meal
He's talking about Bob Dylan
and I was talking about me
The miracle came
when I thought I was his wife
My ego denied that other path
My body is not at peace
That shadow dies
It falls on the floor
like garments
