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Shrug
Who am I that I express?
What do I know?
Oh, my apologies
For what I try to be
A rotten apple with rust-brown seeds
And soggy fruit
Just not worth the light I soke in
Like a swelling sponge
Salt on the fresh new coat of early morning ice
Salt on the open wound
Oh, drown me down
Until the breeze is still a breath
Who am I? I ask
Who is everyone I've dreamt up
That drowns into my eyes
And into the lazy vegetables
In the lazy flower bed
Someone's swiped the sugar
And left us all with bitter salt
To sweeten the day
To put a lampshade over the sun
And dim out the earth
Woe this weary book
You've sunk your busy teeth into
For it is but a single wrinkle
In an ocean of strong, pruning waves
