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“Diaspora”

I wanted to provide joy to someone,

Somewhere, along the way,
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This joy is leaking in me
Like a bottle plugged,
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And the first thing I see when I look out my window
Is seven years of lost love,
.
Of love stabbed,
Grown cold,
.
When it could have been fields and fields of beauty.
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I had something to show you, world.

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