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Mar 2017
lights are always on
but nobody using
glaring ephemeral hallways
a room only for passage
simple twisted ankle
the way the hurt calmed you
and smoothed the waves
.
always another way to find up
riding the waves
never one half or the other
but sure feels like it
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