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My rage transforms by tremendous pressure To misery- Regret of beauty- should I have would have could have Should‘ve— how much this clarity of vision tears into glib descent : My graveyard of i-wishes It does not hurt, not really, or am I too Far gone to know the difference - like sand sifts through too much memory- T Mann and sewn on stars on bright blue bikini bottoms— that north of Barcelona beach where train tracks spilled over & took me to the skies? |