Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't — Jon Paul Fiorentino, Indexical Elegies
Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't — Jon Paul Fiorentino, Indexical Elegies
Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't — Jon Paul Fiorentino, Indexical Elegies
Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't — Jon Paul Fiorentino, Indexical Elegies
Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't — Jon Paul Fiorentino, Indexical Elegies
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Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't believein poems

— Jon Paul Fiorentino, Indexical Elegies
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