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Sept 24, 1999

the sharpened beauty
of your echoed tones
and the wretched absence
of your simple grace
are describing crisis
as it ebbs and flows
your songs' full circle
as it appears
in the forboding hollow
of this shining star
tomorrows burdens
left to be unborn
but for those
left here to mourn

gwynneth bird