The shoes
my toes:
arch enemies.

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Suicidal insects,
in my eyes,
blinding me.

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Between railroad and highway,
an old house
covered with vines.

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An old friend calling:
a familiar voice on the phone,
memories of a familiar face.

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Pieces of old hardware
all incompatible
in subtle ways.

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Clouds and sun,
silver and bronze,
reflected in water.

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distracted
lost in thoughts
missing the moment

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The room is full
with junk.
I'm drowning.

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Darkness everywhere,
the night threatening.
All in my head.

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Rain and wind,
memories of summer
washed away.

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