Not Often but Always Enough

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  Sometimes

I hear the world calling


The leaves bristle against the frame of my window

Scathing away at uprooted memories

The sky falls onto the roof of my mouth

Blowing starry breathe into the blisters buried underneath my rotting tongue


Sometimes 

I hear the world calling


Billowing breezes waltz with rainstorm clouds

Vomiting lightning bolts

Onto my cracked porcelain skin

Just to keep the idea of me alive 


Sometimes

I hear the world calling


Sometimes


Sometimes

I don't hear anyone calling 


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