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here where lightning strikes in a loss, that gravely sits on a feather boat made by shaky hands I always have so much to say when looking back at silence I always have so much to erase when looking back at speech but in the little spaces, and cracks among tiny specks of dust I sit, pulling at the buttons opening and closing a zipper with joints that ache for answers
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
The arthritis in hands that search
here where lightning strikes in a loss, that gravely sits on a feather boat made by shaky hands I always have so much to say when looking back at silence I always have so much to erase when looking back at speech but in the little spaces, and cracks among tiny specks of dust I sit, pulling at the buttons opening and closing a zipper with joints that ache for answers
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
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