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Oct 28

your organ
your orphan

I walk the streets
and my courtyard when
exhaustion creeps
into my blood
like that old cat who keeps
coming around

I listen to all the songs
that call my magpie to my arms
and I’ll never stop
coming ‘round to you
like a babe covered in blue

my mind is a landfill
full of pictures of her
and I’ll never stop
coming 'round to you
my sweet baby blue

I’m smoking a cigarette
the smoke swoops like a gentle
A
and I think
there will never be another
you

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