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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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Things
Happen.
On
the little worn couch
with orange and yellow stripes
where sentimental feelings
keep falling off the tongue
I spilt the cat's mild
trying to fit the fake bird
in the fig tree
while now, I look down
upon my green carpet
where I laughed, once,
when I first rolled it out
like a putting green
picking lint.
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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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