a rush of

blood flecked saliva
drips down
another shattered dream
two black eyes
a crooked nose
scabs
in place
of feelings
take your
withered hopespring
cast it into
the well of lies
like all the other
pendulous tragedies
that harbor
grief
in wooden horses
outside the gates
of joy

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