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May 2017
There’s sadness in that step
and fear in that breath
but this smile is fixed
over clenched teeth, containing
rusted rumination.

Hold this hand
to stop that tread
which crosses the road
with haste, chasing
the edge of the pavement.
anxiety
Last Arpeggios
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