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love, disappointment and doubt
like raw meat thrown
across a butcher's
block waiting for
the cleaver
a black eye by the
play ground bully
a dog running away
in fear of the bone
a God who eschews
worship
the sky becoming too
tired to hold itself
aloft in the firmament
the disappointment in
pasta that is not al
dente
I will not say I love you
forever
forever came and went
a long time ago
I will not speak of your
beauty
beauty is in the gun sight
of the beholder
it is those who have been
held captive by the damned
that makes for the
best agnostic
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