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SPARED

my disease was loneliness
bubbling up from
a chasm tucked under the ribs

a skeletal soul

repugnant

draped across the wire
as though waiting for redemption

still, the angels
did their best for me

     circling my boat

keeping me anchored

praying the gods to blow their storms
           to distant places
where harder faces bore their wrath,
fought the good fight
and took their losses

mike and phillip
luke and lisa
all broken by circumstance
ruined or dead
and me left here
to wonder
Author's Note
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/57586/on-earth-were-briefly-gorgeous
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