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In a rainstorm
Sucking down a dart
On the back porch
Out here it gets so dark
You can see the stars,
the ones the headlines said
this morning were being spat out
by what we thought was just
destroying everything for good.
White teeth.
Black light.
White tee.
Brown eyes.
Bad boy.
Big fight.
You’re a
good guy.
Good day.
Good night.
Good talk.
Goodbye.
It’s out of
your hands but
have a
safe flight.
My thoughts,
all noise,
fake smile
decoys.
sometimes
I need
to hear
your voice.
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