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Oct 2018
I can feel the wedge being driven between us.
But here we are.
Still talking and laughing,
Pretending it doesn’t sting when we talk
About a future where we want separate things.

But you won’t let me go
And I’m too dumb to figure out how
To grab the keys
And free myself from this prison.

Like a monkey with a math problem
I continue to sit and stare
At a blank page and broken calculator.
Joce
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