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The Truth Hurts Sometimes

By

Michael Camarata

Floods follow drought:
Tears,
Inconveniences,
Ideologies.

Dreams and anguish
Freeze my blood,
Allowing me to forget
The pain inside me.

There are so many people,
And it would have played so much better,
To lose myself. . .

We are survivors
In the ecstasies which might have been:
Sexual advances,
Pure elation,
Months of anguish.
All of these are the sacred spies
Of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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