these dreams mix with my
re-memories.
i think at one time it was good?
but on this day i feel (too much)
on this day your springly sprangly thoughts
reach into my currency
-my heart is a money clip
a roll of ones with a hundred on the outside-
isn't it amazing how your bitter taste
can still reach my mouth even years later
even eleven hundred miles away
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