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15th & Locust

i hate that there is no more time in your apartment

we moved on


moved out of rainy afternoons 

of sounds my boots made

of buzzing nerves 

of city air clinging to my skin 

imagine  - we had nowhere to go

but we moved on


i hate the inability of living things to stay in place

time waits


we vibrate and relocate,

incessantly remaking life

we swallow time. 

it’s not behind, but within

we move beyond

collective flickering, surpassing 

so only memory can touch it now




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