A eulogy for a young writer who died in a car accident aged 22, this bright poem refuses mourning to insist that her unfinished legacy will endure
Calling Card (i.m. Marina Keegan, 1989-2012)
At the last party,the punctual, the late arrivals,the ones who never made itare all one and the same.
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