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It's been a long winter, long week
Folder:
Time hurries on I shed skin like the tide
Ebb and flow and changing my
mind
Broken toy,
I keep the pieces in a box
With lint, fingernail clippings,
rocks
Ideas are my carbon flecked diamonds
And they jangle in here,
too –
Too afraid to come near
I am neap and nadir
I fade
