♕ |[62]| Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn

[had_not_lived]

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Ever since I read that I can't help thinking of it in April. I don't think I agree. Maybe April's cruel here-- any month

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[repeatshimself]

April needs to sharpen up, in that poem.

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[repeatshimself]

If by met you mean seen.

And if by seen, you mean 'on the Network' or 'while having a complicated medical procedure.'

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[had_not_lived]

Seen him enough to know who he looks like.

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[repeatshimself]

...okay, yes.

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[had_not_lived]

You sort of get used to it, eventually.

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[repeatshimself]

At least you'll know what you look like when you get old.

I mean, okay, so Tommy, he knows, too.

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[had_not_lived]

Your brother?

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[repeatshimself]

Yeah, basically, our grandfather, and our uncle, they look just like Tommy.

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[had_not_lived]

'Cause of his hair. Well, long enough and you'll look like that, too.

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[repeatshimself]

Well. I guess I take after our mom.

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[had_not_lived]

You think you'll never go gray?

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[repeatshimself]

I don't know. She hasn't yet. But then maybe I'll dye my hair because God knows I don't need to be mixed up with Tommy more than we are.

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[had_not_lived]

Sometimes-- during the visitor curse, you know-- there are four or five at a time, that look like either of us.

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[repeatshimself]

Well, I mean.

Handsome face and all.

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[had_not_lived]

Mine?

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[repeatshimself]

Well I mean the universe likes to replicate great faces. Take mine, for instance.

Okay, sorry, way not smooth.