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Dear Damage

Damage
knows not love

it cannot recognise it –
signals get crossed
and noise
makes it impossible

to see

or hear.

impenetrable veil of
living in the negative space

of adverts and parental guidelines.

Damage
cannot
understand
how anything can blossom

with such garish hopefulness

when touched by
the kind assurance
of a warm embrace.

Damage
doesn’t
allow
for dreams –

projecting the same
newsreel every day –
unfailingly –
ensuring you have been
fed with everything you’re not

dragging the ones who still
believe in you
along for the ride
killing them in the process.

it is what damage does best…

damage has made you
feel so little and so small

you will not hesitate
when it’s time to take your leave
with surgical precision.

24/12/2013

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