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Survive and Remind
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A Little Black Book
I look best
all sprawled out
on the cutting board
fingered, destroyed
split tearfully open
a gem broken in your eye
the clouded black
reflected back
long gone from the sun
that was my heart
Do you wish I would
come back
into thickets of briar
and scratch?
To a face mangled,
SMILING!
To dance along with the
marionettes
and sing along to the distant chant
that sang to sleep
your out of mind
whine
