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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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