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An Amputee on an Empty Street

trailing off

patterns remain

unrecognizable

lamenting then

falling from grace

in this eternal microcosm

take it all in-

then release like bowels

at the time of death

a cognizant but dream-like oasis

this diner is anxious ridden

a plethora of experiences

never recorded

my father is the most honest

man I know

his generation, however…

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