The Let Down

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I keep losing:
Everything.
Like a fig on a branch
Now hits the floor
Like a let down dream.
And I: a disappoint
Or a disappointed.

Who holds the sky to season?
My father carries his self with reason.
I had a poem in my pocket
But I’ve lost it;
Lost it all.
But to my luck
It is in my head
Like I, asleep in bed.





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