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A day all alone
sitting among
the discarded clothes
scattered on the floor
with the buzz in my brain
humming
something
from a long time ago
with its musty strum
caressing the backbone
of a faded memory
But the ache in the muscle
groans with the gravity
as I rise to the sound
pounding in my head
with its round, pin-pricks
of pain
piercing the numb
veined surfaces of worn
So I shake it awake
and let it breathe through my lungs
already crowded
with today’s dusty dreams
still hanging in the closet
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