except for the blue vest
various books and a rash
everything else was gone
ripped apart at a mile a
year slowsteady like ten
grindstonesocold fingers
once upon a time we knew
once meant twice and the
day I decided to die her
quintessence bent what I
untwisted no surprise is
empty after all the open
stairwells echo to twist
tirades upout the window
is love ever really over
or does it drag ononon I
need an answer I need it
I want this ebb to crest
so I can go on with life
with love without within
each day I lose to you I
lose a few fewer days in
line waiting on a secret
how many of us melt with
it still untold with the
dapples left undescribed
does it matter I want to
entangle everyone I know
nothing of in this swoon
by Dan Waber
I would describe this as:
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