Watching a Bruce Springsteen concert

I never called it partying

The imperfection of enjoyment

What times this string quartet over

Loving waiting to leave

Not even loving but necessarily doing so

Not one joy

Not even too fast

The freedom opening and closing

To give oneself away and nothing happening

A fear corner less, smooth

Like walking forever

It probably comes from dying

I'm burning inside

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