teens
angst was the word
they used against itself
as strange a word as a wall could bounce
it took us
yes
but how many requited
did not requite a loss
as deep as the sky
as high as a dark well’s falling
for no flight was
and longing hangs there now
always destined for looking back
this drag of a feeling in my guts
was i really there at all
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