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the beautiful do not sit here.
these benches are reserved
for the tired, the old, the poor, and the addicted.

i sit in the middle.

an old brown man eating new green grapes sits to my right.

the left seat is yawning and empty–waiting, wanting, wishing
for the fulfillment that is you.

the void, he, and i
we expect together.

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