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After Love
All these splintered memories
Are razor shards of hope
Little brittle fragments of
Sugar sweet iced dope
Our lies are dreams we manifest
While shuffling through the clouds
The futile leaden steps we crave
Just barely sweep the ground
We stumble lurched and lonely
In frantic fixed desire
In glass our flowers frozen still
Were once a flaming pyre
On the shell of the interior
The sole sensation, tense
Firing nerves and buzzing skin
Indict our common sense
These walls we have assembled
Our prison and our home
Are all that we resemble
In step and dream and poem
Randy Hurst
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