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My Lament

March 23, 2011

up & down this lonely coast
we have drifted, searching
like future road-kill without
a truck, emotional napkins

where do you put down your
socks at night? who holds
your waitress feet throbbing
migrating birds stubbing

toes on the sidewalks of
dead planets waiting to
collapse not in my arms
the windows darken still

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