Lost Objects - Part I

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The taciturn howl
to abandon your home.

The "last" pitch of
the thesis presentation,
against the broken mirror.

The shift on your accent
from every tripped up job.

The search for a familiar face,
reverted through the chai tea,
facing the boulevard or the grandma's sewing machine.

The fervent believe in love
like one who believes a speech
within the stomach's roar.

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