21st
Clouds stretched thin
like dead end
roads or frayed hair
sharpen the pencil to the point.
of breaking
of knowing
the answers
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the world weeps to celebrate
cross the street
meet a friend
and another
for lunch and a book
that reminds you of someone
watch the sky die
let the bold moon
speak to you
drink loud music and vodka
shake the floor with your tongue
sway and smile
desperate and dizzy
on the night you agreed to
nod and say
it’s time to leave
and wake to the rising sun
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