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life is innocent

i found myself
again yesterday,
hoping i’d changed,
but life is innocent
’til the crimes are found.

my burnt throat
drank a draft to
the wasted time
let loose by anger, that
mighty foe better left alone.

how little feet
grasp power lines,
sit, still-perch,
remain unaware
of the grounded
doozers raising earth
to fill holes hid in hearts
by yet-discovered discoveries

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i fell again today

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