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A little mad

We all go a little mad sometimes,
Collecting broken things to fix hearts
Scavenging our lives to live a bit
We all go a little mad sometimes

Tracing love to its inevitable doom
Reading fortunes buried in old newspapers
latching onto imagined injustices and unrequited loves
We all go a little mad sometimes

Gobbling tragedies on endless tables
Gathering divining ifrits under a storm’s tail
Deconstructing God till she is reduced to binaries

We all go a little mad sometimes

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