dead

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we walked on up near the copper mine , a darker place. got to thinking.

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it comes as no suprise. often ill they die. it is the way. it is not sad.

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we are sensed with loss. that includes you.

he says that’s where the wind comes from, to go most everywhere.

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probably do not miss him. he was not around us much, well not at all really.

he buggered off. no inspiration then. yet. he was my dad.

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some day i will carry the bones inside.

sbm.

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