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Ungrateful
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The Every Now and Thens It cannot be,
this charismatic moment just
slipping
you dilate.
and I stomp out the light.
If ever you could forgive me,
I would not really care
I am angst.
I am desperate.
The unholy wind only
dries up my
small mouth
and
reminds me
that I am ungrateful.
