leaving untitled to the new house
i got, off you, many things of wonder and many days go by
of panic
what’s that for
at a corner I take a a turn forward
or down and at a still
I am fearful of
a whole moment
that I make in my head
while you brush your teeth
and we love more people than we say
but we say it so many times
to ourselves
that this time feels different
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