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Thursday, December 13th, 2012

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12:20a
HARSH
My love a mirror that twists out of shape,
a burning glass that chars. Passion's a whip
of words in every relationship
Whose terms my poems set. There's no escape

from all my public agony. I try
to turn my muses' mortal flesh to light
but it's myself I think of when I write,
my words, my love, the thing that will not die.

Scholars won't know their names, will have to guess
which love inspired which poem. Stumble through
my diaries – read them wrong – as scholars do.
They'll write so movingly of my distress

but never think of how all poets lie
or how each sonnet made my muses cry.

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