angry little boy
inside, somewhere next to my spine
and sometimes he sneaks out
like smog
around the corners of the eyes
maybe its in the vow of nonviolence to
myself
that i'll have to let it go
because wanting
begets the little scared boy
because this wanting mind will
leave me in pain
this
bruise
on
my hip
this
bruise
on my
heart
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