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Sep 2019
Tightroping life of discrepancy
I am as lonesome as I am free

Like a candle lit at some ancient ceremony
I'm tired and fit for the grave;
Something built in long-distance matrimony
That shames all the gifts we gave.

We were bound soon as our lips could taste,
I knew you were in love by my shocked face

  In the mirror--fixing my top button into place
I left my arms open for family
  I never expected you to offer a lover's embrace
And in turn,we collided gently.
J J
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