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Roughing on in sad deplorable state
Looking for pure illumination
The breasts of life so few
The blocked attempts to pet so many
Now and then a single step from fling
The mouth open in charge
Tearing out of love or desire.
But tearing ...
Til a loud scream is heard or
A fist is thrown of impulse
One: I did not mean to hurt ..
Other: I did not mean to retaliate.
Bruce A. Cohen
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