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[aid] => mick
[title] => you/'/ve read this poem before
[time] => 2016-02-02 13:43:46
[hometext] => While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.~Leonardo da Vinci
[bodytext] => guilt like strong
undertow
toes curled in
tension
and nervous humming
is back
there/'/s a toe-tag full of dire
warnings
and crouching in the corner
to try and trip
old ankle bones and a blind owl
hoo wahs
near the window and almost February
and 2:00 am
so dark I forget who am I? who
am I?
that creature with wings pulling
at my subconscious
plucking feathers one
by one
watching for the gate
the river
the rowboat Hello Night
Watchman
feed me the page
take my coin.
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