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tell yourself


by Gary Percesepe


 you will never love like this

you will never be consoled

you will remember only more

 

from now on you will always

keep something broken

within you

 

you will often think of

days past

when you had her


tell yourself, poet

(without her)

under the small fire of failing stars

that you love what you are

 

mourning is

the domestication

of death

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