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Home > Stories (Poetry) > Cognative Dissonance
I don't wear a watch
but I can feel time
frowning at my wrist
Does it count as living
if I've resumed a facial expression
of day to day routine
I want to laugh and shout
and jump carelessly
through careless rain
to watch my breath disappear
to wherever it goes
But I don't live in my heart anymore
San Francisco, May 16, 2001
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