S.K. Bleakhouse Poems

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1.
Smother

The fiftieth time she called, I hung up.
I thought 'I cannot take this any more.'
She left me six emails, a long letter,
a text and a voicemail. All these to say
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2.
The Old Cure For Depression

To my sweet baby, face alight tonight
When I arrived. Smiling, no words yet said
by such a young one. In the evening light
his soft hair curled in rings on his head,
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