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river

August 16, 2015

a sense of self

beyond your rising sign,

deeper, like

the way that you brush your teeth,

or the way she put mascara on

on the cruise ship

and how it made you wonder if you’d been doing it wrong all along.

the evolution and devaluation of friendships

as they float by like rafts in a river

whose serene, glassy surface is interrupted

by skipping mile stones from the banks of

Men.

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