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May 2014
You told me I was growing on you
(like vines on an
unmarked grave)
And that you cared about me
(like a lover,
or am I reading too deeply?)

I never told you anything
(obscured myself
in case you caught wind of these truths)
And now I regret the silence
(said a god to his wife
because he hated her laugh)
Lilith Reid Brown
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Lilith Reid Brown  A Lake of Fire
(A Lake of Fire)   
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