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Mar 2019
sitting
                     in the quagmire of her self contempt
                     a flame ignites beneath
                     the blackened caldron


like
                      a frog
                      set to cook in a *** of tepid water

she
                      was clueless
                      she was being devoured
                      from the inside out
the things we do to ourselves...
Rochelle Foles
Written by
Rochelle Foles  F/San Francisco
(F/San Francisco)   
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