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Again by Angela Peach
from Legacy 1998
Again
by Angela Peach
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There's a certain sameness
about the pattern of the road
Tires spin, rotate
one more time
on the exact places
crossing the empty spaces
again.
There's a certain sameness
about the buzz of the neon
Light flickers, quivers
this exact booth
where I sat with him
talking above the din
again.
There's a certain sameness
about the pattern of the road
pavement swept up
underneath
leaving behind pain
leaving behind shame
again.
