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we all endure suffering in different ways
poaching a couple of
eggs
heavy butter on the
toast
orange juice poured
staring at fork on the
table
the terrible disease of
waiting
an ache in every
bite
a war in every
thought
turn off the chance
of any miracle like
the static on an old
transistor radio
whether alone, reading
a book of poetry by
Turbina
sitting in a empty
room, watching the
heart of four walls
beating slowly
or feeling your hands
shake in the morning
as you light your first
cigarette
there is no more
that needs
done
even less so that
can be
undone
we all endure our
suffering in
different
ways
each of us lost in some
interminable
excuse
nothing more than
frightened birds
with shattered
wings
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