big town blues (xix)
magnets

i’m so lowdrawn
eyelids slam shut
tiredness magnets them

my critical deploys off
that conversation left
fades to fake distance

my animal concern
illudes out of fog
stroking the girl

actually
not just stroking
such imagined

awake
refresh
chunnel





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