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exercise in rhyme
04.17.08 / 10:27 pm

i want painkillers for the pain,
a thousand sparklers come to life again,
like fourth of july weekends when we were kids.

i want sedatives for my brain,
something so acute that i forget my name,
like before i came out of the womb.

i want a reason to remain,
pointed towards the future despite the rain,
bathing with my shoes off rather than hiding under the awning.