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monday monday,
Enchanter

on breaking character too latethere are steps inside of our hands. We are plunked coolly on the cement of them. we breathe like freedom rocks,on breaking character too late
like lane mongers, like ant hill steppers and when the stone sets
we express grief
and not a cell knowing when, where how mutely.
I hold my baby-less hands out, all ten
scarce fingers.
To me, you were a child.
Tall for your age, sure but you walked within me.
You were a whole future.
The homeless crowd my city w
Statuesqueness
Alert: I personally write this. (If you have problem with the subsequent image, I'll delete it at once.)
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i just thought that it was interesting that i was watching someone that lived so near.
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