Find Me

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Not seeking truthful honesty,
Clammy whispers directed
around my cranial capacity
plead for endorsement.
Sunbakes and moonstreaks
lift my soul,
carrying me from todays
to tomorrows.
I will last no longer
than the conversation
wound around me.
Perhaps I can catch
the dialogue
and continue it
in a living room
30 years from now.
Maybe I was bound
to speak in
petite bursts, year in
and year out.

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