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101514FAILED
never turn back

I’ve been here a
thousand
times before

it's the way the paint is
chipped on the curb and
the way the sun shines through
the cold autumn trees

the mute sound of these
people
passing by. earphones:
volume ten, song seven
mind-ripped and flattened
I should be on the tall tower, I
should be falling,
far away from here

night time:
it's the way the lightning charges the sky
just short of the clouds

and some nights I’m there, as the
wind crawls up the cliffside
seventy miles an hour, gusting
and it would have held me
fifteen inches from the
very edge, so I stayed
and my skin was conductivity

she's present tense
about a million miles away, no less
she wouldn't have known, if not for
the tone in my voice; it betrays me
but she'll move on, and
I’ll move on without her

such it is
and I
fall