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PRAYS THAT GOD IS STILL IN PAIN
I
did not know I loved that pair
of
gloves till one fell in the rain.
The
other when I reached my friend’s
clutched
me like extrinsic pain.
I
did not know my inner dark
could
be so harsh as step outside
and
scratch me with such awful nails
that
I felt part of me had died.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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