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For My Buddy Who Died of AIDS
You are dead this night a year, dear friend
And yet you populate my dreams
With living moments as though your flesh
Was still heir to mortal ecstasy
My morning pillow places dreams
Among our scattered memories
Of meals and flesh and fantasies
And how our hearts still dance
And yet you populate my dreams
With living moments as though your flesh
Was still heir to mortal ecstasy
My morning pillow places dreams
Among our scattered memories
Of meals and flesh and fantasies
And how our hearts still dance