Wordless and spotless we scrub
At each other’s wounds as if
Friction will heal them
The cynical sisters weave
Bandages and cover blemishes
No one sees
I now suffer from a miscarriage
Of the brain
I hemorrhage brilliance
Wonder where your influence
Lost itself
Nov. 13, 2003
Thursday, November 13, 2003
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