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  • I would like to repossess my lifeline to you,

    I would like to repo my tendernesses

    Awhile...please...

    Hunt down the lost love we once had,

    The love, found, we found so easy we nonchalanted underthinking, we were pie, oh how

    We rang those changes, coos,

    Celebrants just walking down the avenue

    Of joy.

    Then: rust, loss, night grates. Let me repossess my

    Position with you, baby.

    Give me accordion sheet metal wings, let me fly

    Some heartbroken zydeco to your balcony.



    (Sketch by Susan)
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