cause i get nervous

and shy and my

crippling contengents of

hopeless ambition echo

inside my hollowing

heart of bruises and

confessions and meatlessness.

i'm going to run to the water

where i sit weightless and hold

my own hand in the breeze

and the tides because no one

ever convinces you how you

lived is right, when everything

you know shudders to the left.

when anything you know shifts to the left.

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