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5:08pm in angel
half day and half night
the gold bones of a building lit in relief
mid point 
between

 

wanting to push past the boards and
press my body between the steel frame and climb up
until i'm standing on raw concrete open on all sides
to lace-cut clouds in a metallic sky
shadows over both my wrists
body burning with light

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life is too short

and at the same time

endless

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what was i saying?