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back to the grind
Inuki

i bang out books,
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reading stale verses;
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the laws of the land,
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the ever-changing word
 4
of some fickle god.
 5
 
 
here, i hole myself away.
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my friends live across
 7
the country,
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but it's wide enough
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it might as well be
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a whole world.
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i bury my head
 12
in books,
 13
the days slip past
 14
like spoiled milk.
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at night i curl up
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against my shark.
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some nights,
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realizing it won't help
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to sob into my blankets
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i stay up, sleepless.
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days trudge into monotony,
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and i lose track of whether
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the sun is rising or setting.
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i am summed up
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in a semi-colon
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and a closed parenthesis.
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i want to tear the heads
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off your fucking giraffes;
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i want to throw them
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down a garburator
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that i don't have.
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i want to bury your
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hoodie that you
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put over my shoulders
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at the beach
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so many years ago
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when i was cold.
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it feels like a distant memory,
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and now i'm only left with the fabric.
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night sets in like a dark veil;
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it's time to retreat into my shell,
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an eternity of entombment.
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24 Sep 10

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