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Bitter is the taste in my mouth
when the facts are obvious
but no one shouts them out.
If I breathed in the scent of firewood,
bitter also would be my sense of smell
for a time. It would be no good.
And when my feelings start to wane
and wane they surely will,
I'll find a heart is still the same.
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Bitterness
Standing still on the beach
thinking of the hurtful speech.
Wondering why he had to be cruel,
and makes the sand being
All this knowledge surrounds,
It is everywhere but in our own minds;
Therefore it only accomplishes to confound
All the many
Burnt
Your shadow is a whore's:
a sinuous silhouette
that melts before you,
that
sultry whisper,
stuck in thin indigo wind.
an old
by Cate Stewart
Bitter is the taste in my mouth
when the facts are obvious
but no one shouts them out.
If I breathed in the scent of firewood,
bitter
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