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tales told in the rearview mirror
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he smiled signals, soundless
but more important than anything.
maybe he thought being
human
was full of anger,
irate because you can't be more
still he tried,
and that was important,
too.
our moments were the simple kind;
easily light-hearted
until they antiquate and
rust over with a lonely set
of raining eyes.
he smiled secrets and self-revulsion;
i miss him nonetheless.
but more important than anything.
maybe he thought being
human
was full of anger,
irate because you can't be more
still he tried,
and that was important,
too.
our moments were the simple kind;
easily light-hearted
until they antiquate and
rust over with a lonely set
of raining eyes.
he smiled secrets and self-revulsion;
i miss him nonetheless.
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This title actually makes sense to me, but I had to think about it for a long time. 
One day, I'll write the perfect poem for you.
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One day, I'll write the perfect poem for you.
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