elliot r. wolfson
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on one foot dancing

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crossroad


at
cross
between
edges
that merge
to blunt
snarls
massacred
by tears
too tiresome
to drag
across divide
stitched outside
the fence inside
pitch-black pride
doth love hide
in midnight beam
all that seem
what never was
shall always be
what always was
shall never be


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