My World
de Fiddlehead
All you colored shirts hang just as you had left
And you office door’s closed, just as you had said
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust
Throw it away, so they tell me, to help with the hurt
Not for my world
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sun’s lit
On this earth, not my world
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Down University
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The Deathlife
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Tidal Waves
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The Years
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Million Times
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Head Hands
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Loverman
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Sullenboy
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Poem You
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USMA
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Grief Motif
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Sleepyhead
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Loserman
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Fifteen to Infinity
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True Hardcore (II)
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Fiddleheads
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Joyboy
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The Woes
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Get My Mind Right
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Welcome to the Situation
Death is Nothing to Us
