Those Lines Come Back

Our lives are like pantoums.

You'd better make your peace.

Any slur can slay you:

Something dies within.

You'd better make your peace: You are worthless, dear. Something dies within. Let your goodness go —

You are worthless, dear— And concentrate on pain. Let your goodness go To waste on one-night stands

And concentrate on pain. You remember words To waste on one-night stands: What a disappointment.

You remember words, So sabotage the heart: What a disappointment. You have nothing to lose

So sabotage the heart. Any slur can slay you. You have nothing to lose. Our lives are like pantoums.

Here's the free-verse version:

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