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I can't write a poem just to fill up space
Or vanquish time
I'd be too lost in rhyme
And forget reason

How long did you think we'd have
The luxury of time
To dabble in dalliance
Before the grime

Bespattered and bestial in my prime
I forgot what I wanted to say
Wanted to do
And in the forgetting

I was born anew
And pronged to the core
With the pain
Of the deeply stained

I knew so well
The groan in my bone
I could not forget
Even as I awoke

And found some bread, a bed
A shred of peace
A starling sang to me
Some Mozart

And with my last breath
I flew to you

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