Tonight's Poet Corner: Proxy Server Lost

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playground lonely
clockwork bedding
I wish that I'd dream
of daylight streaming

through windows of milky white
dripping sweet arrows that
sting when I kiss them and
pierce when I wish them gone
I can't remember the
last time I figured out
how many days I was
spending connecting my

weary head lapse
battery waning
premise fading
backwards thinking

yes, time travel's possible
when you are hinging on
salty regret and the
way she last held your hand
I cannot recollect
all of the seashells I
dropped on the sidewalk while
I was skipping back home.

playground empty
cattle grazing
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