I see the same image
like over again--my screen--
too bright--and like no-where--
I right click for the synonym,
child, this hellhole isn't word--
won't give you anything--won't
matter--won't fix the--
unfinished sentences I have
left in my wake--
I hang poems on the walls,
watch them fade in the sun--
pass them by,
write your name on the
blue stream-lines
claim them as yours
they'd be better off--
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