Wristbands
And then the focus came from the ground
Where leaves go and love grows
And how the brain burns
In the flashing pace of heavy guilt
The still-watered moments
Borne out of raisins and ants
And everyday smiles
I'll live today on this couch
This couch isn't mine and I'm wearing a wristband
As clear as day there is sunlight in our eyes
I walk outside
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