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Deliberations
Stolen nights of vowels
Uncertainty replaced by certainty
Imperfections laid bare
A duressed confession of guilty absolution
Complexity abandoned, depth dismissed
Quiet dissonance and silent resignation
Squeezing radiant beneath my ribs
Waiting, waning as the moon phases
Marking off each stage, oscillating
Watching as the distance grows
Readings of cards and tea
Old songs dusted off
New ones rehearsed
It is not, it is good
Say it again
Breathe
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Josh Anderson
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