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Stirring

It happened at our corner -
The place I saw her first.
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He hit me dead on
With holiday, drunken cheer
Then the balmy air
Echoed the explosion -
While dyed crimson water below
Leaked into drains
It was a Christmas hue.
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A second - split the other way
Would have heard my salvation.
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I regret the presents
Scattered and wed -
To the ruble around the wreck -
It was a returning shopping trip
And I was full of anticipation.
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Even in death, I stir -
She never got a chance to tear
The wrapping I vested
My soul in.

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