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Poetry
Jeanna
Stegman
Damn
I'd never really noticed
Where all you've been
And where did you come from?
I was busy chasing moth eaten icicles
While you were playing for the gods
tears being wept
Upon you like
Golden redemption.
I would scold myself
Punish and patronize
For meating over meaningless men
While you were becoming a star
That I was too blind to see