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Cold Hands

Wondering why history repeats, repeats
Into a muddled mass
That just comes back
Haunting us all
 
Calculating
Oddly deliberating
Like balancing the
Depths of such wounds
 
Hoping that the next time
Angels come calling
Next to night and during the day
Depending on the dosage
Seeping into the very veins
 
Hospitality holding
Obviously from running
Lopsidedly
Down
Inclines
Never hitting the
Ground
 
Muscles flexing
You seem happier
Someone noticed
Enlisted your brilliance
Left you to secure your
Falling from great heights

(2010)

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