barest bones for drinking

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what i want to know is,
how to handle clocks winding backwards and the pieces of paper
that say words, nonsense in the windchimes for i am leaving,
the porch screen rattles with the clang of everything falling out of place
and i don't want to burden you with thoughts, with aches that
come with pills from pharmacies where smiles can be bottled but
never really sold.

what i mean is,
it's taking too long to forget.





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