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Apr 2019
tie
with neat knots
(in a fashion that is
inexplicably
laughably
me)
the winding red thread
(that holds so much significance
despite fear
despite fire
despite blood)
around the neck
(because
although I can’t control it
even pain must be
organized)
and with your hands
(which would
knot neatly with mine
if I let them)
pull tight
Michael
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