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Jun 2019
Counting in sixes
to pass the time,
analyzing the Rorschach test
I only hope to leave behind.

Guilty habits I can taste
on every notch of the barrel.
A legacy left determined
by a hair trigger will.

Permanence to the temporary,
grasping at the lead.
My only saving grace
to replace the thoughts in my head.
Written in June 2019
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