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Flood: Years Of Solitude
To the one who sets a second place at the table anyway.
To the one at the back of the empty bus.
To the ones who name each piece of stained glass projected on a white wall.
To anyone convinced that a monologue is a conversation with the past.
Moto Perpetuo
I've been walking in circles for what seems like days.
They've been playing Paganini, but you know
Temporary Losses
Now that I know where circus children
go when they run away, I have no desire to move.
I load the moving van and tell the driver
to go until he runs out of road or out of gas or

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