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Poem: April Third


(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #3.)

ache
deep throb
gnawing on
every raw nerve
right deep down there

you
have no
real idea
of how it feels
to have a knife edge

stuck
deeply
into your
every hour
every fucking day

it
will not
ever stop
until the day
when I feel no more.

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