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I trace your letters into the oak

choke on the bark (and hope)

it will help me

find my way home 

through your dark.

coffee stains my teeth and 

I drown my lungs in smoke.

I need the “why” to become irrelevant

so I can break this covenant,

shake this pessimistic husk of myself 

that’s been negligent since dusk.

the way we loved, the way we broke – 

that’s all we wrote.

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