Literature
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never turn back.
i've been here a
thousand
times before
it's the way the paint is
chipped on the curb and
the way the sun shines through
the cold autumn trees
the mute sound of these
people
passing by. earphones:
volume ten, song seven
mindripped and flattened
i should be on the tall tower, i
should be falling,
far away from here
night time:
it's the way the lightning charges the sky
just short of the clouds
and some nights i'm there, as the
wind crawls up the cliffside
seventy miles an hour, gusting
and it would have held me
fifteen inches from the
very edge, so i stayed
and my skin was condu