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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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