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the smell of my desperation has become a stench

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I never let myself believe it I wouldn’t allow m

I never let myself believe it
I wouldn’t allow myself to feel it
I have seized like a tree on a beach when the clouds bellow their approach

But then he cried after taking oath
And the whole of it hit me

The shape, the color metallic
As if to blind every fanatic whose treachery has made Judas writhe in his grave

Let them ramble and rave having never known the pain echoing in the Amtrak brakes
A wife, a baby Naomi
A son he couldn’t save

His loss magnifies his humility
The mistakes he’s made will be shouted in ceremony
Yet, what tiny dots of dust they are drifting in a universe of instability created by swine
A wretch who threatened to destroy a country

Yours
And mine
.
I wore my patriotic leisure wear today. Because I still can’t believe it. 🇺🇸

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