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Open my door,
see the shadows
I cast
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Come,
open-mouthed,
and pour forth your silence
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This ragged beast
licks its wound:
festering,
putrid,
ugly pride
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I am the difference
after the equation:
me plus trauma, minus
years of self-medication
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I wonder if snowflakes,
being forced so together,
are ever bitter about
the impossibility
of finding another
quite like themselves
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It may not betoo late,though my harphas been strungI am tunedand rhythm readyyet my songremains unsungFor now I muststay silentbecause I wouldleave yo..
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If you must affix some blamethat I stay master of my nameto love only Earth's creationsand her endless explorations, it was dear Artemis - and her anc..
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Collecting empty shells,
filling them with pitch --
with the blackness of my void
Yet I wonder why,
when they prick,
I bleed.
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While wandering throughcold granite plotsI came upon a sorry lotTheir heads were benttheir arms aroundwhile sleeping flowerslaid on the groundBeaded d..
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Do not mistake
my softness for clay,
for I am the beast
and you are the prey
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