MAINTAINING

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My words walk around this space
hitting walls, leaping stalls trying to exist.
They appear on list after list of things
that won't get done.
They lay upon tons of intentions,
dissensions and re-inventions,
On would haves, should haves and
disappearing could haves.
These words of mine Just find no place
to go in this slow dream of quarantine.

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