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Aug 2017
Lights talk with flashing
Lights sing with a low hum
I walk the pavement alone
with poor company, me
and only ever me

No voice, no fire,
no song
to sing
in signal

I can make smoke signals, though.
Watch how many cigarettes I can smoke.

It's how I
how I find
my friends

It's how I
do my best
to pretend
broken records make platinum
Zero Nine
Written by
Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
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       Jobira, --- and rose
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