“MIRACLE” 7 March 1994

I’m gasping and
you’re not that pretty
waves of joy fade out
we can see again

I lied to get you here.
You lied too.
I don’t belong here.
Neither do you.

I can see all the beauty.
Absent from you.
There’s a mutual loathing
at the heart of me and you

I need a miracle
to get out of this.
Make it as if
we didn’t exist

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