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The Upward Tree

 

when

he

tore

you

a new ear

in your shoulder

I wanted

the world to start

whispering

completely

 

when that bruised blue

became

a color

that was

no longer

related

to our affection

I wanted

to tear out

dusk

 

I wanted

to go down

and eat

the soil

 

I wanted

to torture

the sky

 

I wanted

to bury

dusk beneath

a strong tree

one that does not

weep

 
























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