before midnight

confusion sets in at sunset
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on car rides to and from

it is cold and it is winter and perhaps my clarity

has taken refuge in warmth i cannot track down.

i am left, shivering, shaking, internally rupturing,

wondering how you got in here.

you settle down between my sense and sensibility

and i imagine you, laughing, watching unattached

while i dizzy myself in an attempt to find freedom

from the stories my lapse in supervision let you create.

old habits are the worst friends

z

(writing is the best medicine. peace comes with release.)

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