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JANUARY 2 2012
10
:25
PM
i must
embody
that
which
i
n
e
g
lect:
the
anvil rain
i’m a fo
ol
for the force
you cede me,
and fo
ol
for my thoughts, ad
or
ned with
twin t
a
ssels, a sort of
flourished
victimhood, and a
thing
i dismiss as
a pha
se
.
e
ve
rything feels
like a
gla
re
.
most o
f
all this h
e
avy long rain,
it f
e
e
l
s serious and heavy, and
somet
i
mes we can
n
ot admit
that we miss it, and it
g
ives in,
and we see in whole the
mirror
we
ask it to
hold.