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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

I keep finding myself alone

never far from my home

its in my chest

in my bones

poems rattle out of this shakey cough

without a plot

like if I could talk again,itd start a walk

one that turned into a jog across america

I think it scares us

the people you still cant see

who am I to encouarge me

I still haunt these city streets

like the portrait of an old fool

its as if my love were but a clue

back on my feet again

Its as if I never knew

come/sleep/dance in dreams with me

tell me how to breathe

so I can live again.

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