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Jun 2016
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every blue moon i show up (come home) (at my family's home)
go into every room,
leaving (leave) messes,

build up momentum
spiral lose control
crash and burn
eventually giving into sleep

i rise out of the couch
clawing my way out of (through) knitted blankets
pull the debris off my body
and feel my blood returning to me
Written by
Keenon Brice  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
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