overdrawn like a bank account about to fold
under the sidewalk cracking up and spreading
roots like a well-trained pig searching for truffles
ruffling feathers like all get out and we do
let me start again
looking for the page i meant to send out
words to solve the scenes
action i wanted to take and uncertain curtains to rise
chime in and be counted, whatifs - somedays - maybes
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