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-The page number, a gamble.

Twenty,
twenty pounds gone,
the pointless pick up,
waste of their 'time' and mine.
Sometimes four meets a day.
the three flight sprint.
my position now grounded,
Seal revealed, index and thumb,
pure tremble,
an irrational portion.
still won't touch.
Stuck in the honeymoon.
life on loop,
the guilty routine
regret'o'mine