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On Attachment
I enjoy lingering in remorse for the day past
In search of fleeting impulse
Struck down by the repetition of strangers surpassed
These sessions of impatience
wandering to strive to say goodbye
to reach a nervous impasse and
see a future untainted at last
only to find ease in comfort beyond my welcome when desire and sentiment
become muddled in a heap of loss
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