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Wonder
Scattered bright scraps of persona
hold up your head looking through
but not at a night
you've taped
the mad honks & first loves & fourteenths &
out-of-focus pills downed
in out-of-tune daydreams
& mean mean blues
that say
to touch
there is
a point.
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