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Once born

my breath was up for sale.

Love is expensive

indifference - free.

No matter.

Infinity leaves a pale contrail.

I'm the indiscriminate, 

a rumble of flight paths and tin canned souls,

the sheet that has lifted

and taken its toll.

I'm a cluster of moments with no place to go, a tireless movement with nothing to show,

dizzy with busy and packed full of shout,

a tap on the window that rattles the pane

and a cold stony kiss frozen in doubt.

I'm the fly-blown carcass of someone's ideas at a funeral brimmed with obligatory tears. 

A procession of habit just trying to fit in 

and the saint that has nothing to offer but sin.

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