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It was March when I decided to move to Portland, Oregon.
2,685 miles away from my hometown and 2,901 miles from my home, it sounded like a paradise to my coffee-induced anxiety. May 24th, 11:16 AM, and it sounds like a trap.
my hands shake
when it opens
and my chin slacks
from the stories it tells
it says to me
"Generous general
of helpless hope
and guilded guile,
the army you lead
shall shake shamelessly
shedding secret skins
of foundation freckles
which reek of red radiance
and hideous histories.
onwards they march
your sore soldiers
to be courageous characters
in the lionhearted lies you speak
