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all of the made roads

Choosing

My life, I drop

Quarters in

The slot

& select

The worst

Song on

The jukebox

& then sneak

Out to

Watch

Through the rain-

Streaked glass.

O feverish

Praise—I can

Feel night

Struggle

To lay

Back in

Its own dark.