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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in The Personal Space of Marie Orrichio

Poem
I see you

faceless and young, futureless

you  mention him with love and angst

now you are unhole, half

cruel

the echoes inside your heart

wail

as even they run from you

you beat them out of your chest

 affection a poison

you drown happily

in the abyss

and smile

as your rib change explodes

with water



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