When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Friday, April 6, 2012
one spring night.
i was afraid,
when darkness fell—
the grass moon shining
through my
open window.
the curtains billowed
with the cool
night breeze, but
i didn’t feel
any different.
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