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Softly

the Lingering                                                      
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We DO know

                                        what should appear

( Children dreaming of love )                                                        

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Now
          
Demons masquerading as men

Tragic  women

Dressed in ragged scorn

Give birth to those


Who wish that they

Were never born

./.

Strangest stars  !

Pale limp light          

The twisting of fate

/::/                  


We do not really see each other any more

/:/

God knows why we write our poetry !

As if to strangers !

As if to fellow slaves !

•  •

We don't live here

We only linger

Perversely

Sullenly

wishing that we

We're never born