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[breanda19]

I remember when I was in 5th grade I wrote a report about Abraham Lincoln that was just one long sentence. No periods and no commas.

I was just thinking today how wonderful it would be to have that freedom back- to not know or worry about the formulaic ending point of an already mechanical world.

And with that,
Inspired by recent events:

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There are those who make
some forget symmetry
ears and toes and nose
others to forget all before
but the rush of new studies
and loves and its violins
oh, but not one, the seven
the medium, and the crooked
one winds them all together
for no rhyme but something
stale and spent and vibrating
but there will still be the boy
with the papermate eyes and tipped lashes
and the man of his words
but only of himself
I am left in bed, at a table,
on the phone to plot
a dramatic entrance to
your stinging exit

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To look up from a book
and find the glossy rain
diagonal across the street lights
and spy a shrinking shadow
of your bent neck
in the window-
Makes my feet a little
colder and itching for a
smoke from the patriotic
Chevron across a northern bend
of my favorite street
How I would love to run with a run-on