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dumped

i curl like a bowel
in the fecal position,
falling behind
while you move on

your rejection drains my body,
pushing my spirit out
like yesterday's lunch

a part of me still clings to you...
you cannot wipe it from your mind
or wash it from your spirit,
but the bulk of me is vanishing...

spinning in a seasick spiral,
turning, swirling clockwise
north of the equator

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