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I have parsed
my life
to
oranges,
gorse bushes
and cold days.
And I have
divided these
further.
Orange
peel that
split and stained,
oranges too dry
or too
bitter.
Days
the wind
froze my hands.
Pissing carefully in
a gorse
bush,
away
from the
nearest empty road.
Sadness. The feeling
not quite
sad
or
lonely but
still not happy
when you're regretful
and exilarated
walking
alone
in the
autumn or winter.
I have parsed
my life
to
clipping
toe nails,
running a bath,
being afraid of
arguments, touching
cysts,
writing
the date
in my notebooks.

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