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After the years

of living

you wonder if your

heart is a loaf of bread

you’ve been breaking

into pieces to feed

hungry, clamoring pigeons.

Each one crowds and coos

as you reach to crumble a piece,

then flies off when he’s had his fill,

and the next looks at you

with starving eyes.

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