when your head and shoulders tenseoften rest somewhere(on a desk or the restof a chair) as night is dyingthose memories of your friends(overly sleepy in the birthof the morning)eventually knot togetherlike a bouquet of painin the muscles of your neck...
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The Notre Dame burned I chose that narrow pathI decided to live near the riverI chose numerology Twelve years a slaveTwelve years safeI’ll charge it to climate change Annivessary bluesI act like I didn’t I know youI remember your birthday...
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Of this dance, I skirt the outer boundaries of swirling participation My vision averts constantly from the peripheral intoxication