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i wrote yesterday away

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praying for storms, for wind to make me dance, hold my ankles and expel vomit, still feeling it this morning, still feeling you, the core, the biting internal teethmarks, wood wedge block doors but visitors pass through, thought, just shift in grinding moving sand under the tongue to remind me of dry, of catacombs, of preservation, searching diff. routes, step around globes, sick with disco balls, with new Gods, with the unnattended and prayers still offered up, want my money back-clip articles in case my mind fails me