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This Love
part II
This love is outrageous,
I rage.
Without patience,
I rip open (my cage)
my ribcage,
and whistling,
tear my heart to pieces.
It’s ripe,--
on each piece,
her initials are inscribed.
And senseless,
my eyes wander
endlessly
from N to T.
Submerged in thought,
destiny
pensively,
traces the road
from New York to Toronto
with a pencil.