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Dec 8

I figure if I listen to
the same song enough
she’ll be listening to it too. (PITY)

“I know this life
is carrying a tombstone.”

I’ve wept (SMILE) enough
in empty parking lots
to know
how every moon
tastes.

and I’m tired

(BREATHE)

of hitting the same keys
to spell out the same words.

I don’t know how else to move
in this city. (JUVENILE JUBILEE)

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