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an incessant beat
thumping
a boy and his drum
the numbers add up
burning a hole to the bone
buried under
lifes clutter
knowingly not felt
the redness gone
my only tattoo reveals itself
during a pause to think
hating this place
even for a blink
discarded
stolen
lost
solitary
missing a piece
unconscious choice
to never find
or formally forgive
don't want to learn
new ways of
avoiding
the ghost of gilbert
what to make of it all
nothing
until st johns calls
an incessant beat
thumping
a boy and his drum
the numbers add up
burning a hole to the bone
buried under
lifes clutter
knowingly not felt
the redness gone
my only tattoo reveals itself
during a pause to think
hating this place
even for a blink
discarded
stolen
lost
solitary
missing a piece
unconscious choice
to never find
or formally forgive
don't want to learn
new ways of
avoiding
the ghost of gilbert
what to make of it all
nothing
until st johns calls