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Those Whose Love

we emulate.  We must not

have gotten


right.  Must not have shot it

straight through the night, a vestibule


of good faith.  Then, we must, have realized –

we were tied to it.  This is how


we become

our nemesis, and hate


our lovers, just hoping

they will see us, up there


playing for them

before it’s too late.



Posted 10/31/19
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