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Miller Williams Something That Meant to Be a Sonnet for an Anniversary Evening |
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I walk around them in silence, those who say that making ourselves ready for judgment day is the one reason we’re here, and those who insist that we’re no more than water with a twist. Sometimes they take my arm. I tell them, “Okay, that make sense to me,” and move away. Clearly there’s something somewhere that I’ve missed. Somehow we probably do and don’t exist, but all the finer subtleties fell to the floor the night you opened the window and closed the door and nearly smiled, but not with the lips I kissed. |
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