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The details are blurry in my mind

Maybe 15 years ago as wife

I was role in and homemade

And disappointed.

I'd smile and introduce me as wife

Suppressing these feelings for nuclear

Even prior, I'd use her as hope

To keep us aflame while I bare

Myself to holes and beaches you liked

Banging once or twice or however many times

To her eyes and my head and future life

Now the seizures, scares, moments of craze

Dance around my finger, the prize

But tug at her sad, remembering eyes


August 22, 2021 | 15.47

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