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The rhythm beat of sax floated
over from the canopied jazz club...
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The curtains took care
of the obtrusive sunrise that crawled...
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Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...
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If you keep moving
you can't cry...
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This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...
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In the mirror
a place time forgot...
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it feels like
invisibility...
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The pavement their pitch
a busker and an addict...
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As trees keep falling
The sound they make would be us...
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He’s explaining to me why
we’ll be switching from olanzapine...
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I wish you could
see the echo of hearts...
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And of all roots –
I’ve eschewed yours...