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       more deaths - poetry
       June 02nd, 2020
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       Another high school friend died on Saturday. I met her in poetry
       class in my junior year. She sat behind me and we had a lot of
       fun. In fact, we had so much fun that we attracted the attention
       of another person across the room, Kristin. She came to join us
       after a few weeks in our little area and would eventually become
       my best friend.
       
       In honor of Erin, may she rest in peace, I'm reading back over my
       poetry here on gopher and in old notebooks. So much of it makes me
       cringe now (I obviously read too much Dickenson & Browning at the
       time) but I can still feel the youthful passion. I wish I had some
       of her poems around.
       
 (DIR) Old poems of dubious quality