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Montana I
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2021-06-22
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Frivolities of life,
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whispers in the other room
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about sins uncommitted,
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sins unforgiven,
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repentance yet to come.
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The horizon has long since swallowed the sun,
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but the heat's golden glow
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remains
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on my skin,
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harsh cabin lights
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a doctor with an x-ray
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trying to peer within.
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I want to drill into their gaze
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and tell them vivisection is unnecessary.
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My heart has been dysfunctional
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since birth, arrhythmia,
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a machine missing a gear.
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I need you near
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my body
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like the ocean needs the moon.
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I wish not to subsume
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myself into you, but to admit
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that, when the nights
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grow long
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and I find myself wishing for perfect
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dark, I hold on
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to the memory of your touch
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like the desert recalls the rain
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and wishes it, wherever it is, well.
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I do not need you to complete
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me. But you give me the strength
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to complete myself, to hold on,
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like I promised, until the showers of May.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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