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by Sigrid Astrup
I search my pockets again
and I can feel their emptiness
my boredom makes me translucent
a drifting cloud
everything I do is a bad metaphor

some would say "it is about time"
I can feel my hair poking through the cotton
This summer I grew at least 4 years

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