And Nothing More!
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Eric Cockrell
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only gods dare farewell,
small things always enter,
and keep entering,
in a thousand different ways,
and myriad forms.
we are no more than this,
this coming and going....
i dont know whether
to tip my hat,
or leave my shoes at the door.
the taste on your lips,
that you cannot name,
is me, and nothing more!
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