all things fleeting and good

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shit i'm starving
i haven't eaten for a while
can you tell me what it's like
to be full? man cannot survive
on bread alone, but the spirit, too
and me here with neither.

if i'm perfectly honest
i've never taken good care
of myself, or other things
on loan; but everything else
is so beautiful
how could you ever
say no?

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City of Dreams

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i'm constantly falling

in and out

of love with this world

it's exhausting

so who could really blame you

for choosing to leave?

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all that we leave behind

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if i told you this story in passing
would you tell it
tell it well?

this story that's in passing
would tell it.
tell it, well?

this story about passing
would telling it
tell it. well?

this story of my passing
would you telling it
make it well?

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Grace

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with fresh sight
i can see
the subtle curve of the mason jar
the refracted light on the counter top
the plants at the window in their particular shapes
the vivid blue of the aquarium fish
and the new one, the snail, plodding its way
i can see
the pizza boxes still half full from the night before
my sea shells bound in bright red rope, and hanging
my passport and tarot cards wrapped together
my Bali batique and my factory sarong
and the way summer's end
brings sunsets purple and new.

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