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they hit you everywhere, bruises, slow faders, pretty much all over, spaced out, body and time some, they come back, months, years later, enticing, devising, with revelations perfect, you melt with helpfulness some claim they are born with only questions and an insatiable quest for knowing, but line in the soil tween rows is there for you not to cross some proffer their pain, asking for ablution and absolution, from demons they wish to share, but refusing the smoke of my offering, that could cleanse both our inhalations like highway men of yore, they hit everyone, below the belt, stave breaking into the heart, slow bleeding, with answers received in absentia and silence until the till needs refilling, and they renewed, reappear, reformed, with perfect words, even better questions: my portfolio of replies mostly go/grow old, noting the obvious, we are socially distance by age and geography and degree, I free and clear to provide while they just free to hit and run, one more time
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
hit and run women (one more time)
they hit you everywhere, bruises, slow faders, pretty much all over, spaced out, body and time some, they come back, months, years later, enticing, devising, with revelations perfect, you melt with helpfulness some claim they are born with only questions and an insatiable quest for knowing, but line in the soil tween rows is there for you not to cross some proffer their pain, asking for ablution and absolution, from demons they wish to share, but refusing the smoke of my offering, that could cleanse both our inhalations like highway men of yore, they hit everyone, below the belt, stave breaking into the heart, slow bleeding, with answers received in absentia and silence until the till needs refilling, and they renewed, reappear, reformed, with perfect words, even better questions: my portfolio of replies mostly go/grow old, noting the obvious, we are socially distance by age and geography and degree, I free and clear to provide while they just free to hit and run, one more time
if you think this poem is about you, then it probably is…
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
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