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Feelings
All these sordid findings
sorted into slots
placed into pockets
collected in your clutch

All these sordid findings
tucked away in text
sewn into sonnets
birthed from the breast

All these sordid findings
erupting in the ether
melting on a mind
seeping from your spine

All these sordid findings
pooling in pupils
heaped into holes
gushing from your guts

All these sordid feelings
rushing to revisions
filing into filters
putrefying in the pantry

All these sordid feelings
rotting in rivers
crusting in crypts
tumbled in the tide

All these sordid feelings
and not one of them mine


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