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August 21, 2008
Itís not too late for me

Not too late

To slip down

Into the uncharted place

Where no one can find me.

It is fair to say this.

Itís fair for me to remember

South Lake Tahoe

Oglala Avenue

Run run run

Slide to the bus

The snow piled

8 feet into canyon

Walls, and the flakes

Still piling, and even

After school

Making dirt appear

With motorcycle wheels

Spinning in the dark grey

Snow. Making my way.

Is it wrong that I was so happy?

Wrong that even unaware

Of what I lost

I was happy?

Did I know?