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It’s called the past
because it’s a curse
but you know it’s more
of a gift. I am never
as young as I am right now

I won’t fall behind a truck
or stand on the wings of
an airplane or jump on
a landing, clothes billowing
into wind-blown sheets

like a beetle that will
crunch its shell because
it’s easier.



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