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May 2019
is it safe
to hold my hand out?
to reach with each muscle of my
fingers
is it safe to touch
am i going down?

black hole of trauma
extending towards me
and you
never ending never letting up
no grip not firm
not me

i have nothing
if i don't have you
if i can’t reach you
because you step back
every time i walk towards

every time that i walk
i’m alone, lost in idolatry
me and the waves
forever flushing out the toxins
only they are mixed and tossed about and
spread throughout my blood stream
my river
For Fiume
Someone
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Someone  F
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