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I think, I thought.
I thought, I think.
But because I did not think
the thought you thought I should think,
you pushed a blade
into my heart and left
me for dead.
I didn't die, I think.
I thought.
I think.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.