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Dec 2015
Entitlement to the apology
likes to cry - O woe is me woe is me!
Hiding behind a stonewall tree -
your past and my present
raise their fists in triumph
while my heart crumbles,
bits of strength scattering
on the kitchen floor, while
gallons of the best
coffee merely stream
by the waste line.
Thoughts blipping -
nausea-inducing
twitches tripping the haywires. I'm ready
to escape now.
I don't want to stay
with the part of you that
refuses to be wrong.
biche
Written by
biche  53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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