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coalesce
saddled still with yesterday's clothes
nothing spectacular or
anything vacant my toothbrush spins
back in its beaker towel wears the toothpaste
the weather is as far as it's gotten
in any of the last weeks' conversations
I'd better keep my eyes near the window
that when I open it gives me birds
cars but no wind without noise
I am undiscovered just like before
before morning before its morning
it's twice twice in one day
that sky lays a domino I can't win
I get comfy and despair because
not in spite
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