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to Marge

you .
self-assured
assuming i'd understand.
everything .
went unsaid.
i .
lay unsuspecting.unassuming.
an open window.
consumed by the inheritance.
determination.ambition.
crushed.
a new face and a new life.
and a stranger.
walking towards
a sure
destiny.
richesse and largesse.
blurred lines of separation.
mine and yours.
and yet.
love reigns.
gulping down all expression.
i stand mutely.
at the doors of heaven.
knocking.
finding no response
i turn.
you
ambivalence.
i am but a follower.
the sparrow and her tiny tots.
blind.bound.
truth.
and the end of red.

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