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May 2016
What agent of the dark night
Do I seem to you? Baited frenzy?
******* black jacket
Upright with stiff neck

How late
Would you stay up for me
What stars will stutter with me
While I talk to you?
What oil of uneven candle?

Fate me
You verb on lost wings
Lend me a feather, so
I might just flap like you tonight.

I've lost my whimsy
Born my totem, high
I'm me, don't you feel,
Don't you see me standing still?
I may have finally overcome my anxiety.
Ok, this poem says nothing about anxiety, but I thought I'd share anyway!
Sombro
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Sombro
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   cgembry
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