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SAM DAVID I woke up today thinking about goodbyes and how I thought God forgot me so many times. Two names: look what I did Softer: now (like water) A used car once again becomes the end of the block and there’s no more parades unless there’s horses. No more ocean fear. No more allegory. Find a brother where you left one. Be bones like before. Kneel for sliding door glory and dreams marked by yellow borders. Stand for no one other than an air so hot it’s quiet. No narrator / No Sunday / All goodbye Be proud. I’ve got two names and neither are yours.
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