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Circles of amusement
The bass shadows of muffled music
And his voice
Electric and concerned I
wish I had the strength
To be my ideal
But somewhere I'm lacking so
Instead I cry
Mouth stuffed with Ritz crackers
Hands vainly sweeping the
Crumbs off the sheets
The taste of warm cherry coke
in the back of my throat
And folds skin stubborn
Resolute
My lost childhood suddenly seems
very far away
But I try to cling to it
Objectified for comfort
And realize
That at times like this
I am younger than ever

Erin Duehring

This poem is appearing in the Book
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