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DaDl you doors

yoa keep me from my Work.

fiords 1umaering into keys opening
and you' retbere.

Hideous, sneering, strutting.

JialJc1ng forward changing direction

our eyes never meet.

Damn you

Sbades. drawn. to keep out sun.
In mudpuddles I stomp on your face

Your nr>utb a gunbarrel pouring out buckshOt

tbat never kills only wounds.

Damn you
Journeyman forever stripping tearing down
Never ;repainting erposing ·witbout sealing.

My costumes, torn and tattered
Flap in the wind

grinning and waiting.

I can ne\l'e1rwear them again.
Beyond repair they leer and
dam me.

--Dianne Jen1c.inS

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