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anonymous

i’ve forgotten your name     but

you’ve forgotten mine

we’re an echoing rush stolen

by the wind     the wind breaching

these walls     these walls rivered by cracks

and closing in on us     the us half-sunk

in the floor struggling

for breath     weary

and falling apart     as we always

fall apart     after losing

our names

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we are nine old chairs

stacked against

the garden wall     bent

by time

lost to touch     tarnish won the war

reduced

denied by lack of faith

faith in tomorrow

faith in our iron legs

faith in the reminder

of better days     of

comforting home     where

we could fall backwards

into plausible peace