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T o d d M e r c e r
Taps
Goodnight, Lacey Jane.
I’m fresh out of Band-Aids
and surprise-save contingency plans.
You’re tired and I’m tired.
Shut this down, let’s close up the house,
call it a lost day, strive
for functionalism
when it’s light outside.
Wish you knew what I saw,
radiance to spare
in the beginning.
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edited by Laura M. Kaminski
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