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Misfit Musings
Scripturient Fragments in an Online Jar
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the stars I saw when fist hit head
wove galaxies I danced in
with smiles you never saw.
the tears I shed in fetal quiet
hushed aftermaths and respite
swelled oceans I soared on
with peace you never knew.
the screams I held in hidden heart
and sculpted self preservation
bore mirrorwalled worlds I healed in
with love you cannot fathom.
the pains you wrought in all I gave
fueled freedoms you can never taste
with compassions even you deserve.
and in the end my thanks wash you over
with wellsprings you can only ever yearn
as you fumble blind in empty miseries
through whirling tornados in the dusts of my wake.
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