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Feb 2018
The history—you and me—
it's carved in sandstone
                   I've taken to asking
                            Scheherazade myself

As though capital-T time cones
into a chisel of wind with which
to strike its flattest face

                  There was a time I thought
                            you had taken to the idea
                   of leaving me and there
                            is naught to blame for
                   that but myself

There is little evidence to believe
in history on loop until you've again
been consumed by blindness and
fear and utterly sick of yourself

                  The one person you're with
                             every waking second

Just thinking can—at ***** times—
be an act of self-negation

                   *You told me you loved me and
                             I felt it in your breath
Christopher Hendrix
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Christopher Hendrix  Blue Springs, Missouri
(Blue Springs, Missouri)   
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