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    I hope you

             
're somewhere 

              
warm and white

            
, like the flo

             
wers in your c

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ar
              
That you've es

             
caped the labr

              
ynth of suffer

             
-ing wherever 

    
you are
           
I got a piece 

             
of you tucked 

             
away deep insi

      
de my mind
           
Memories of yo

             
ur poetry and 

             
drinking your 

      
cheap wine


            
  Thomas Ediso

           
n's last words

              
 were it's ver

             
y beautiful ov

         
er there
              
I don't know w

           
here there is,

             
 but I believe

          
 it's somewher

e
              
And I hope it'

             
s beautiful, l

     
ike you
             
You're beautif

              
ul, I never re

             
ally knew you 

           
at all


              
Your green eye

             
s still shine 

             
with life   in

           
 my memory
              
Your smell of 

             
grass and vani

             
lla and smoke 

          
are still aliv

e in me
           
I found my gre

             
at perhaps in 

             
Blue Citrus an

              
d the smoking 


hole
             
Your end was m

#           
y be-ginning w

             
ith the kiss t

      
hat I stole



            
Thomas Edison'

           
s last words w

              
ere it's very 

             
beautiful over

       
 there
              
I don't know w

           
here there is,

             
 but I believe

              
 it's somewher

  
e
              
And I hope it'

             
s beautiful, l

     
ike you
             
You're beautif

              
ul, I never re

             
ally knew you 

          
at all


              
  You were the

             
 storm that ca

             
me and went li

             
ke lightning
              
You struck me 

             
by sur-prise w

             
ith the life I

             
 thought you m

ight bring
           
Someday I'll f

             
orget your boo

             
zey breath tha

        
t I can taste 

still
             
We'll always h

#            
ave Crest and 

            
pranks and Str

        
awberry Hill



            
Thomas Edison'

           
s last words w

              
ere it's very 

             
beautiful over

       
 there
              
I don't know w

           
here there is,

             
 but I believe

              
 it's somewher

  
e
              
And I hope it'

             
s beautiful, l

     
ike you
             
You're beautif

              
ul, and I'm st

    
ill looking fo

r you
 
Alaska



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