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Dec 2024
Everyone so lit up
drunk on drink
listless or the hope of a new year.

My mind is circling that black dot
growing larger by the minute.

It's cold, metal frame
eclipses all that remains.
RMatheson
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RMatheson  Beating tired bones
(Beating tired bones)   
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     --- and Emma
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