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and I will smile, and sip
the warmth of memories, before I grow sick
with the hurting
and my short-circuited impulse to
love, becomes hate
that clings to every word you
tell me, though I already know
just when I believed I already wrote
of every feeling, you settled down
to spin my spirit with a new pain
and I thank you
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photo: sunset over utah lake state park