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Feb 2016
waking up
now reminds me more of
digging up bones,
rather than skipping stones.

through thunder and sore backs and
twelve minute long tracks
that may be nothing to you and
everything to me,

you're
a lightbulb
and your
self-doubt is flickering,
lighting all of the rooms
I've ever been comfortable in.

--
ahmo
Written by
ahmo  Portland, ME
(Portland, ME)   
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