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Borders
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
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them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound
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New American Elegy
Long live the dead we prop ourselves up on,
The cane we pass off as our leg.
Long live the gods that money trickles down from,
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Seasons of Being (Part 4): Spring
My bones no longer have need to show
but bend when all the seasons change,
Come spring I have new seeds to sow
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Pendulum
when you let me down,
did it bring you up?
when you love bombed me,
did you expect it to be reciprocated?
i saw your patterns
the pendulum swings back and forth
beginning,
everything was lush
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