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Sep 2010
Coiled tension
like aΒ Β spring
tightly wound

at rest
never resting

what wasn't said, what was
action and inaction
what could, what if

can't forget
wide awake

laden with turbulent thoughts
adrift in a roiling storm
a grainy record, looping

If only I. If only I. If only I.
if only if only
if -
(c) Jesse Bourque
Jesse Bourque
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