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Songstress

If you were powerful enough
to write your own history
why hesitate to play
the song you made?

Because the scores are punctured
with rests and silent cringes
like empty pores having disgorged
their curls of hardened oil,
gaping in the skin of time.

You can’t wipe these blemishes
off when
the stains are from your
own coffee mug,
now empty but for a drop or so
of bitter remains
like the silence of conversations past.

So go ahead
Let’s hear your composition
see if it begs excuse.

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