2400
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Your hands will grip my waist,
like the curtains are being pulled away,
the veil between fact and fiction.
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11210
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I don’t think it takes a savant to realize death and taxes are inevitable, but as in many situations, it’s better to say the obvious first then wait around for someone else to steal your genius.
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145498
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Sleep is a steep comfort these stock-still nights -
the ceiling an artexed breadth of angst,
the blue power light of the laptop in the corner
exhorting me to turn it on
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