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Maniac by Eileen G'Sell


Blue void. Dirty feet. A fast
friend, a foundling.

There are a thousand ways to lose
and a million ways to win.

Follow me, my heavy case of 
out-of-order knowledge, 

the past its awful beauty
no more awful than before,

run ahead and dream it is not
possible to catch you.

There are 65 words for true
and fewer words for always.

Because you are legitimate
I cannot love you gently.

Because you are forever
so far off, I flip the page.

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