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The humid minnesota summer days are nothing
compared to the fog in my mind from the nights
i stayed up late talking with you
the wet air pressing in on me tightens
the knots my thoughts have been tied up in
with thoughts tied and tongue loose
i have spoken a steady stream of mixed emotions
confusing to us both, lying to us
both without knowing until i sit down
to review our predawn episodes like a movie
it is then that i can see that the character i play
doesn't follow his script but improvises scenes
that have been loosely played out by others
for whatever audience will listen
and you, without any script, have all your lines ready
unfinished
Inflamed Appendix
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