there are some nights

and some mornings where you just wake up like that

like the moon had gotten under your skin

and fresh hands want to rip it out again.

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I’m satiated by a knowing deep within my being

resting

as wild thickets burr up from beneath my chest

I don’t know how they got there.

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As mindless apologies plea for another beginning

I waver upon a life where second chances come too quick

my thoughts thickened with heavy traces

of every foot print ever stepped.

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He meets me again in the back ground

I wonder why it always comes back to this.