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worlds collided

no longer held to words
yammered in foolishness
no longer tugged by a rings finger tip
her jealousy -- languor
understand, dear girl,
when rage softens beauty debuts
and charged for treason, i may be
but let it be so. i will not scream my voices
until sordid notions are the only notions
on my children’s
lips. that’s why he can love me.

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