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i hold my anger
and nourish it
in my loving breast
it grows and flourishes
yet it is a wearisome
child
and weighs heavy
in my arms

i soon tire of it
and leave it
squalling
on the side of the road
it wails a while
and then dies
seeping its hate
into the asphalt

and i am cruel

 

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