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the
dead weight matters of Jacob Marley
with
carry-on baggage
little
castle remains
key
kingdoms
burn
skin
brand
timeless
to
taking
bones
there
are
no
thoughts
just
high levers
moments
of impact
a
book of matches
slowed
madness
spilling
stillness
enough
to steal
ourselves,
cell by cell
we
go to where
we
are spent ash ghosts
wading
begins and ends
please,
take your time
we,
implore you
more,
is the door home
to
where all our friends
become the weight
of poems again
EJR
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