The Fury of Youth

October 7, 2010
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By wide, by breaking water breaks --
by the lengths (oh, God, the lengths!)
By deleterious, malicious handfuls
of dirt and ugly earth.
By wide, by wide...

By and by, you should know --
You should know I saw myself
in you.
I could not help but shout it.
And by, and by...

I could not hope to find
even a little ember
for your stalk to hide.
I tried, I tried...

And, oh, the things they'd say:
The trouble is, you know...
We knew, we cried.
Oh, Fortune, we cried.

Isn't it funny how
when the keys belong to you,
you never guard the lock?

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