Asia
i saw you walking
in an electrical storm
you were clutching
a photograph
of
i stepped down the same dark stairs
like last september
holding close
in the garden
i told you things
i knew you wouldn't
When we met at the edge of the world
i looked
By simply saying no
you could have stopped a world of
Here
in this century
the shadow has closed over me
and where
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