Cold Calls

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I missed where cruelty dwelt
In the last line to the left
Of the face that I kissed
And the place where
He did not care
If I suffered
For my kisses there.
In the way the stars spun
I neglected to trace
Variations of no, zeroed
Tomorrows
And silence
Hearing only the surprise
Of my own tender cries
In the promise of courage
I did not notice Retreat
And in the knowledge
Of birds
And the Fall of ravens
In mating flight
I lost sight
I have only myself to blame
Blinded by the flame

Fore Born

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