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this private lie of hope
i hand-sewed into my
bitter, blissful, blitheful
heart
the incandescent present forcing the indolence in me to emerge a
restless, repetetive, rejected
mind
the promise in joy i seek and hurt and wonder about
by the soggy edges of my
forgiven, fervent, forever
soul