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There your eyes, god, madness sideways.
What will happen to you? Mushrooms fear
the sight of your greying brow. Once,
you claimed anyone could write poetry...
I love you – you would not accept. Challenge
the life out of me – out of your town of dead angles
and maternal milk. Too raw to speak the real; mother’s
infernal keeper.
Or,
you – infected by her blue-drenched heart. We, the same
swirling orphans desiring strength and reason –
you know the answers. And yet it’s easy to build the
wall of cotton. Hatred is a soft sock of yours;
all too simple to abandon the memory of what
is truly good – the years of comfort.
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