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I can't even focus
On a sentimental locus
Where some small, sweet and past
Picture of us cast
In semi-forever pixels
Is thorough, butÊconstrued
Into a lovely memory
Which you will treat as sacred
Never scared
Of me
Like he
Used to be when I would reassure
Him of his sanity,
Abandoning my vanity
b/c I know -- andÊknow I'm right --
I'm pretty as a purple rose,
A brand-new, un-kinked garden hose,
That waters acid rain
To kill the baby pain
That rips the womb in two
Before I cry
And bleed and bleed and bleed
'cause of the blemish on my thigh.
I'll sigh instead of pout,
A camel in a drought
Without
A cacti-quenched tongue,
... sung the saddened prisoner.

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