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Marriage
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The fare is for a shuttle journey from one stop
to the next across a grand canal or section
the journey is fissioned with children
shape-changing like clouds & rain
here & there clashing breaks out
among strangers who have paid too little
or too much expecting a longer ride
from fool’s gold
not wanting the truth
as much as they want
to deify an obsession
they fill time like a locket
only to have it one day
ripped from their throats
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