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Where I’m Meant to Be

“I’m not lost” The pocket with his keys in has viscosity Its heaviness incalculable, metal leaking through the fabric of his jeans He lives as a link in clanking chains Slumping boys with rucksacks known for breaking backs The never-ending … Continue reading

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