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The Son of J. Alfred

How soon convicted, How soon, Though he is so rarely right. Mirrored faces relay little The contours of his smile Reflect back, brittle. No thing But time No room For good. Time on his hands, His hands on himself, Losing … Continue reading

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We Are Raw

We are raw Because cruel questions Don’t deserve kind answers. I’ll cuddle up next to my skeletons But leave them at home tomorrow night. They keep me warm But they make bad party guests. What should haunt us, But our … Continue reading

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