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Just Before Sunset Just before sunset a river rushed by. I hadn’t moved much when I heard a sigh. The sounds of my sister died... suicide... Turned around, saw her face, and I cried. Just before sunset a river rushed by. A piece of it touched me, then turned aside. I started to crumble from the inside. Haunted by music she sang at my side. Just before sunset a river rushed by, Turned and uncovered where we used to hide, Harmonica racks, strings, and a chrome slide, Lyrics, and poetry Mare left behind. Just before sunset a river rushed by, Moved in the shadows of an empty life. As the light faded the nighthawks arrived, And followed me home where I testified. September 13, 2009 Arlington, Virginia
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