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Friday, November 20, 2020

Affliction



One quick push,
a thousand mile fall,
and forever bent
within crippled mass.

Society's anxiety
my punishment,

and somewhere
past pollution,

bird-song plays
without judgement
filling heart to
consume this millstone.



© Pamela A. Lamppa
November 20, 2020
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