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My head is aching

from the writing

and the glare of the screen

and the thoughts of sissors laying in wait

and pink lampshades put away

and days of Emus and hocky player bras

or doctors.



My thoughts are spinning

in mourning

for Judy

the obbsessive compulsive golfer

or twenty heartbreaks

nine necklaces

or for Maggie.



My heart is breaking

for the suffering

and the tears

and all the talks

and road line tea

sidewalk sonatas

or a hill

best friends

and store bought stars.