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February Craving

walking outside my ears freeze this café too crowded

sounds clamoring clashing the table rickety as I type

jittering just like me earthquake in winter I clamp

feet down on unstable leg a line of strangers behind

me talking demons pleasure scotch tape on wind

-ows advertising ghosts windblack Silverado drive me

into spring before glass shatters I cut my feet stepping

out of myself

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