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May 2013
three seconds ‘til the aftermath
strayed from the path, though
but stuck on re(j/fl)ections
the soundtrack’s refractions
and these injections resonate
we’re infected, we:
hesitate artist style, we:
contemplate our smiles, we:
complicate what we’ve compiled
reviled, deceived,
relieved and beguiled
we dispose of love
get rid of love
sort of hid regret of what we’re:
sick of,
proud of,
patient of,
devoid of,
bereft of,
part of,
one of,
out of,
undreamed of,
tired of,
conceived of,
part of,
most of,
deprived of,
empty of:
everything we
let go of
yet free of (to a degree) regret
but not
wrought, somewhat
three seconds, but…
Micah
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Micah
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   Paige Hatcher and Tilly
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