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Index with First Lines
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Aftermath
You cling tight, desperate to breathe me |
Doors Open, Doors Close
Does one door close first |
Till Death Do Us Part
I remember the cloth diapers |
Dying Well
I spend much of my time watching people |
Feeling Down
I've been wondering where you've been |
The Grand Machine
You sit with the stare of a deer |
Holes We Needed Filled
I was what you needed |
If, Then Reason
If my words can touch you |
Inabsolute
You ask me if I'm yours |
Irony
I listen to the wind |
It's My Job
My typical day in security work |
Kiss Me Goodbye
I wonder how the goodbye will go down |
Kodak Moments
Stop right there, right now, hold still |
My Little Woman, Listen
My little woman, daughter, friend |
Long Trip Home
Just sit still |
Over-Rated
Love is over-rated, I think |
Over You
You are serene, and non-chalaunt |
Passionate
I am passionate about silence |
Preacher Booker's Smile
Preacher Booker's wife died a tragic death |
Purgatory
There is a certain pathos in an esplanade |
Real Life
If we could've kept it all together |
Short-Term Memory
I've always been a long-term person |
Both Sides of the Sun
She couldn't speak anything of love |
Sitting On E
I now believe that there comes a time |
Solitudes
It looked quite like rain this morning |
Someone Else's Shoes
I woke up in the middle of the night |
An Art to Standing Still
There is an art to standing still |
Still Here
God, I can't believe that I'm still here |
What They Call "The Life"
So this is what they call "the life" |
We Aren't The Ones
You came home, not saying anything |
Universe Crumbling
It must be hard to be a statue |
Battlefields
I woke up this morning, wondering |