I will sound the way
An arena full
Of glowing cellphone screens feels.
I will not be my first draft.
Only my tenth draft.
Who am I kidding?
I am my first draft.
I am the way a small house
Feels, when it knows it’s empty.
I am the first one
Out the door of the party
After the corner trapped me.
I am the couplet only
Works once. I am what you need.
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