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From Claire Schwartz:

August 11, 2018

You cannot prosecute with a poem.
I thought your violence made me good. I thought
your desire made me beautiful though the signs
chirping wanted all had your face. Maybe you’ve named
me innocent after living so long in my mouth.
I, for one, always fall in love with the person holding
the pen.

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