Mountain outlines offered shelter by
shimmering city lights
all beyond the window.
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Covered in blanks
shot branches
falling buds
the quietest
destruction
the colorless
destruction.
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Fiction--pumped stage productions,
holding hostage the people
I wish I knew.
Losing myself
in someone else's story
makes me self-aware.
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for a moment
I am free
to really just
remember me
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bowling, but not as well as
leotards and jean-shorts
that still smell
like puke and
cigarettes.
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