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you should try


to stay

in your plushness

wrapped in morning

—really, afternoon—glow,

don’t leave:

behind soft

polyester worn thin and

glasses from eighth grade

and foul-mouthed laughter

soiled by the sleep

that now bleeds through my

fingers, lured into the unforgiving


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