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Never Really Gone


That ulcer

in his 

consciousness

bleeding

to be heard

A canker

of a 

muted past

abscessing

every word

 

Cold sores

of detention

that fade

but never

cure

A virus

of his 

hopes and dreams

recurring

— untoward

 

(Septa R5 Train: May, 2024)

 

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