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poetry

we are fed love

from the breast milk

learn about pain

on the playground 

live out

impulse desires

through intimacy.

I have felt both

alone and alive

among the drunk mobs

or in a room

with no windows.

a springless mattress

never really bothered

me too much.

having little more

than one day

often felt abundant

rich

as a smile

given

by a stranger

while on a bus ride

you share

on t…