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It's always in the past, that orgasm. Always in the present, that double. Always in the future, that panic.
Always in my chest digs that claw.
Always in my boredom waves that hand.
Always in my sleep there's war.
Always in my dealings, no deal at all.
Always in my signature, that old fury.
Always the same error, with a new likeness.
Always in my leaps there's that limit.
Always on my lips, a wax seal.
Always in my no, that trauma.
Always in my love, sudden night.
Always in myself, my enemy.
And always in my always, the same absence.