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There are holes in my brain          and I shovel words to bury                                        that emptiness I look for laughter                                          that's not my own I search my hometown graveyard                      the spaces of your affection I'm flipping through the oldest books                      ******* in the autumn air; I cannot find the thing                                                  I lost There are holes in my brain but I kept you,                                        Heart,                     perhaps a different way of craving                                      wholeness
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC
Holes
There are holes in my brain          and I shovel words to bury                                        that emptiness I look for laughter                                          that's not my own I search my hometown graveyard                      the spaces of your affection I'm flipping through the oldest books                      ******* in the autumn air; I cannot find the thing                                                  I lost There are holes in my brain but I kept you,                                        Heart,                     perhaps a different way of craving                                      wholeness
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC
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