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Fractals
Let me look for salvation in a cigarette.
I pinch the filter off – what's the point?
Four drinks in and I still haven't found
the unsaid words that will free me.
I want to be me, but I can't. I got lost
somewhere between what you said and what I didn't.
Is my voice audible over the static?
Test me, one two three. I can take it, if you hold me.
I could do it alone, but I don't want to.
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