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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

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she smiles, suddenly
i know all i need to know
about how we feel

undone and careless
we dance apart and alone
laughing secretly

secret smiles we hide
brashly offered words delight
love and hand puppets

coffee on the train
sad games and hard-won laughter
i miss you always