you have it
only to lose it
in someone else
who has it
in them
to lose little
other than to
make you feel it again
till it’s gone again
into someone else
farther from you
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every writing
is an apology
to the face of the future
and the child
i’ve decayed from
in a flesh finish
not quit fitting
for i buckle
near my belt
and walk instead of run
and no i won’t
i won’t become that
i won’t lose this
sound of shoes slurping ground
and ugly knees made by mud
and these words that
don’t mean much to me
for i don’t mean much to them
when they were here first
and i have more important
things to say
lyk how i dun need
to spel so gr8
wen i need 2
say wat i need 2
say 4 i am yung
n a goon
n da creshon of time
n da destrushon of it 2
dat kan nvent
n b nvented
nto a chyld agan
if only
i find da apollogy
dat maches me
fayce da futore
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