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Epigram On Private Metaphors
The sunlight of our adolescent years
was cut off by the gayer, grimmer shade
beneath the branches of the poisoned tree---
its trunk well-rooted in sorority
(hers, with the whoredoms of adulterry).
Fruited, it thrived for more than a decade,
watered repeatedly by all my tears,
and nourished by the compost of my fears.
