Im looking for myself

in this pile of rubble 

where I live cold footed

-

I can now feel myself

disintergrating

like the static above

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The love that finds it way

across my schist and shore

will not be lost again

-

free me from the hairs that

stand end on end like needles

digging quietly deep

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anguish should not be a

second language

but like speaking in tongues