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Jun 2017
Ama
"ama", you called me
word-play, of which you were so fond
meaning simultaneously
"maid" and "mistress", you said

if only we had not ripped each other to pieces,
i would have liked very much
to continue existing in that paradoxical state
and inspiring countless more.
Spring, 2017
Written by
CL Frisby  F/Illinois, USA
(F/Illinois, USA)   
297
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