there is a beacon on the
north shore of every coast
that warns me just in time
of the fates that might befall me,
and every time that I escape
her grasps, no matter how
pretty or alluring she pretends
to be, my destiny is written from
the scars of my upbringing and
my youth taught me apprehension
in lieu of traumatic discipline.
25Aug13
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