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Jan 21
I curtain my lids open but my eyes only take in dust
so much crumbs my pupil hides among the iris

brush my eyes, sweep along my body
beat it clean like a rug and watch debris float into the air

I pollute the room with feeling
watch me sad my way into your heart

and dull my way out of it with equal pace
run, don’t walk toward new content

there’ nothing to see, here
see here
nothing but sea--
hear it crash
N N Johnson
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N N Johnson  34/RI, United States
(34/RI, United States)   
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