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Number Cards InsteadRemember how you used to wear pride like an old leather jacket, over-exposed photographs hanging from pockets turned inside-out until your expectations tore the seams and revealed the paradox. Testy weather left its signature on the worn-out collar flipped up around your neck, tormenting me by stealing the place my hands should have occupied. Remember how you never waited in line, never were in line, could never be in line except when you went the mile to wait for your turn to tell me what was wrong? I do.Number Cards Instead
I do. Testy weather left its signature on the worn-out collar flipped up arou
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Patterns on the Floor TilesDearly held your gaze in mine and blown away the sand of time and 'til tomorrow's sun ablaze unwinds the hours, counts the days.Patterns on the Floor Tiles
Dearly held your hand in mine and traipsed across the borderline of twilight now disguised as dawn and sunlight hid with curtains drawn.
Only time will tell, they'd say and sit to watch the passing day; they'd sit and dream and time the while sprinkles a pattern unto the tiles.
Soon they're swept or scrubbed away, the souvenir of time's decay, and every grain that's left behind subtracts a minute more of ti
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FerryThe seagulls circled above me with their enthusiastic caws as in-tune with each other as an army of oboe players. I took a small step forward, but changed my mind and stepped back when I felt water seep into my shoes through the rivets. I guess these shoes weren’t made for walking on water. I shoved my hands into my pockets and shifted my gaze just beyond my feet. The water glistened in the sun as the light breeze caused it to ripple toward the docks. Fishermen hollered while they reeled in their nets full of fish, flopping for lack of something better to do. The old boats creaked majestically as they rocked in sync with the rusting chains anFerry
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It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
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