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A Thing of Anguish

by Joanne Marisa Leow
If you touch me
I might burst into a pool of pain
dissolving completely into a whirlpool
of my despair

I see now
so clearly
in my sobriety
what was before
clouded with a diaphanous
tenuous thread
        of fondness

such achingly perfect vision.

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