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I
Do Not Expect To Be One Much Longer
It's
Not Longer Than a Life.
Wear.
please,
continue.
The
Visitor's Eye.
Were
You Listening.
Yes.
Regretting
The Night.
Surviving.
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Wear.
The
floor is touched
Scattered confidence in the stains
Pressed against your back
Silver shafts returned for new
The idle suggests your gain.
Regulated living
Filtered in the feeding tubes
Tired bands of memories
Blackened by the used
The needy look to you.
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2
You
Can Peer Into The Cracks
Breakfast.
Things
Happen.
Blind.
Dating.
A
Borrowed Bed.
A
Love Poem.
I
Remember.
Through
My Mother's Eyes.
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