Sadie's running,
Maybe not towards
This end of history,
I can feel her lilt,
and that of a boy
I knew.
They're both victims of
Something I can't ascribe.
They're running,
It's a fix.
I hope they see things
that fill them with
eternity's
wings.
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Close your critical eye; Listen and use every other faculty. Disregard the illusion of progress, Of individuality parading in succes... -
I t must be Summer 1982, my memory's not great for dates, but I can place it by looking up the facts on Wiki, plus she's wearing s...
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