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Back in Ohio again. At my mom’s. Here’s some new poems.:
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blind and soiled
5 days on the bus
I’m hungry for your touch;
Hungry for anything.
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I wonder if things will change
when our faces meet again:
will we want the same things?
Will we see the same people?
Will our emotions make us implode
the way they did before?
I don’t know.
Do you?
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