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only these songs

my eyes crinkle    -    haze blurs 

the veiny cutout of leaves on sky -

the sun, weighted with shadow, casts 

orange spells of shade at strange angles 


    -    my throat tosses complaints back 

to my nose so I blow snot dotted with ash

into a stolen napkin and turn towards 


                                         someone -

a robin atop an outside table,

the repurposed tins banging on posts

    -    only these songs undimmed 

only these songs
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