Should I give them up my pockmarked truths? (Each scar-shamed one.)   Are they deemed too blunt and ugly, now? (Although hard-won.)   As if uneartheddirt-bound like postholes underabandoned ancient sites which only speak to usin ash.   In charcoal’s black. From lives undone. By sufferingsthat came on fast. Remorselessly unjust.   And where (however muchits […]

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