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I did a good job. I was fine. I was

now or later or burdened or

whatever it was

I was fine. I never voted and my

halls are on fire. I was silent

cradling a black telephone

its cord curling like a conductor.

I was bashful

hiding my face from the lord. You

and your demands

with my eyes to a silent steeple.

Are you still there?

All of you? Don’t mind me. I’m

sweating in the room I keep you.

It’s funny how I’ve lost myself throwing myself.

Alllllllllllll

out.