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To Say Its Name
a poem
Sep 11, 2019
To say its name was to keep it away,
A charm to clothe the seed into sterility.
Having said its name and discussed
Its value, we were free to let it go.
Having analyzed its worth, its color faded
Like life from discarded weeds.
It’s sprouted behind our backs now,
Bloomed in terrible leaves and colors,
Grown so heavy and thick no word can prune it,
No name stop it.
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