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You fed me
from your palm
And your mouth
poisoning me
I begged you to do it too

That night I saw deer running in the desert
I don't know what that could possibly mean

I was alone
And you were alone

The deer were free
far from their home

I laughed hysterically
Then I cried
For relief

The drum beat flowed liquid notes
Filling clouds among glazed stars
Fire spat images
Into my eyes, heat into my soul

When I get quiet
I can still feel every flame

One thousand poems were written that night