Poetry #41: tease

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #41. The publish date is approximate.]

	outward signs such a lie
	to tease, make me want to die
	glimmer of hope, a sense of unity
	strike me down with casual impunity
	nothing i say, nothing i do
	can make me whole to you   
	so back i sit, resolved to rest
	back you come as if to jest

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