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- This Particular Ledge at allpoetry
Pockets full of loose change and butterfly bandages
Because you have to keep up; have to keep track - Missing the Second Verse at allpoetry
It isn't fair in the grand scheme of things like 'fairness'
I swear that it's not - Becoming at allpoetry
I traced the last vestiges of you Across my skin, so silver and silken - Western Gate (We All Fall on the Spikes) at allpoetry
That old friendly void
