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sometimes just have to
let go
old underwear
and once were friends
the ear worm
the long itch
words stick
vows and accusations
there’s always a bloom to unvase
it may well apply to best urges
how many meals were once alive?
memory lets go of us
often a contradiction resolves
in the end it’s the world you have to let go
though it hangs on hard
it’s deep in the bones to be
ignore all that noise they make
but pay attention to the cicadas themselves
how they manage to be here and gone
they seem to have got this down
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