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Freddy
And I remember Fred
- In the dying of the night -
because he's dead.
A girl walks past with small steps, beloved,
With starlight
Reflected in her eyes, and I remember Fred;
I remember how he had often fled -
no shining armour for this reclusive knight,
And I wonder if I see him in this way only because he's dead.
The laugh lines lie around my eyes; my face looks like crumpled lead
because warped window-corner fragmented shatter-sight
is not conducive for self-reflection, and I remember Fred.
The rain stills to a light drizzle and up ahead
I see him standing in the greyish pre-dawn light.
Except he isn't any more; because he's dead.
Turning over in my bed
I see a shadow and scream in fright,
And I remember Fred;
because he's dead.
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