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Gold courage in glasses from last night
Glow and gently remind me I'm not the golden child
Not with my gold knees, sitting on the bathroom floor
reflecting words I wish I hadn't said to her.
Gold coins the offering you leave in silver plates
At altars laid by father's father's father all those days ago and
lo, behold--my mother lays her golden hair
down the chair
All I can do is stare
And wonder where the golden days disappeared



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