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LJW
Poems
Mar 2019
enjambment
It was the quietest day of the year
when I discovered I knew nothing at all
except the loss of everything dear and knew then
it had been all my fault.
Without thought or time to think I'd wounded
every last one. Because I had no filter to speak
of, and I thought people were made out of stone.
Not so, as it turns, we are flesh, mostly flesh
with very little bone.
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LJW
52/F/Baltimore
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