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by Nanette Bellman

she spoke kindness to me
after she broke my soul.
she held it in her hand,
closed her fingers to a fist
and grinned as i shattered.
i couldn't even get her palms,
they wouldn't stratch.
now she points.
and now she stares.
she doesn't know me,
but then she does.
i want her to stand in awe...
to stand in guilt
but she stands like a beast.
she realized that it's me
...i'm the dust at her feet

10/01/2000

Posted on 12/17/2003
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