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November 20, 2011
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Flourescent light
Was not kind to you;
I imagine it is unkind still.
There was some month named to quiet us,
Scowling at backs of heads
Scoffing at metamorphoses
Scabs becoming smooth again;
The scientific remnants of
Dead cocoons
And the thought that you might listen,

My tragic hero:

The angels
Never envied us.

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