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I still hear the echo

of that time I said this is my heart.

I still hear the rush

and the pounding I won’t ever tire of.

I still spend money

and hours I can’t help but count.

I still feel more than I would like

and toss myself into hallways

and drown in crowds

with too many faces I will never know

the problem with separating my eggs

is carrying all the baskets.

I am choosing

these baskets

I am hooking them

over every inch of me

until I drag like I’m made of stone.

When I think I taste bitter

your eyes tell me you’re worth it.

We are all just looking for people

we won’t regret spending time on.