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May 5
That ulcer
in his
consciousness
bleeding
to be heard
A canker
of a
muted past
abscessing
every word

Cold sores
of detention
that fade
but never
cure
A virus
of his
hopes and dreams
recurring
— untoward

(Septa R5 Train: May, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm
Written by
Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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