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Jan 2020
maybe if we weren't left to wonder by ourselves
we could figure out exactly why we need
what we need lobotomies and chickpeas i'd
play this instrument down to my bones

but when i look i realize with great
panic that i'm still falling up so far away from
everything i've never known to a future that
coalesces like colliding constellations

i forgot to bring the wontons now the whole party
is staring at my empty hands oh hey how curious it is
that i can still feel the pressure of your hand around
mine fitting me like the glove i never knew i needed

but now i've been left alone to figure that one out
i forgot to bring the wontons
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     gabby, Thomas W Case, CAL and Carlo C Gomez
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