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And Words Are All I Have
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John Merrick was his name.
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The Elephant Man finally relented.
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He wondered what it would be like
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he could sleep laying down
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he lowered his enormous head down to his knees
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to rest there, blissfully,
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By morning John Merrick had suffocated under the weight of it.
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there are no words for happiness.
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There are only ones for sorrow.
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It comes down to the ceremony now, the detail. Pressing your shirt with the cutaway collar, not too much starch, the way you liked it. I chose the shoes that were a bit small, but they were so fine-looking and you would approve. At the last minute I remembered your favourite photo of all of us for tucking into your …
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September's Particular Sadness
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I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember. Dominic Ricciletto A Careless Lover Summer takes its sweet time, Slowly strips your defenses, Has its way with you, Then abandons you, Alone, On the dock, In the chill of an October dusk. Ravished. Spent. Shivering. Wanting more.
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