five | poem

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i can count the

pads of my fingers

just as well as i can give

a numerical value

to the times ive felt

happy.

or to the times ive felt

angry,

to the times that ive felt

anything but

the leech on my head

that has

taken after my name.

and demanded to be

acknowledged
-n.c

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