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For Elliott

“Grabbing onto whatever’s around / For the soaring high or the crushing down” -Elliott Smith, “2:45 AM”   His blue body was stiff long before it happened—   a slice between bone, no hesitation.   The case is cold but to me he’ll always   be a sad man in a big house in Echo […]

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