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Monday, January 23, 2017

Holding Patterns


The expectations of yesterday

were too heavy a burden to bear,

and this love buckled under the weight.



All that’s left is the crumbling cement,

found in secret looks of contained longing,

and a flickering electric touch.

Muscle memory keeps us swaying.

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