the Misunderstanding

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these sorry storms leave stains,
big bones feel bare, flossed and tossed,
in that heap resembling me, or you, or them;
wilting flower, short-cut stem;
delicate, on the edge, tips,
tumbles, over, shattered, lost; at what cost?

always, darkness pours; through our minds, our veins,
behind our eyes, from our lips, our fingertips.





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