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you’re nameless
: a spark never stifled: 
and you’re called after
and you’re rang for
and you’re yelled at
hung and mauled
for someone else’s sins
(yet you: sinless!) 

you: my chain ring 
unwrought

a redhot horseshoe
on wild stalion untamed
you: a harness
for every filthy word spoken

yielding your fire
to wretched and heroes
to kins and wanderers
to loons and wickeds

but only I know
your colours true
when blooming
when taunting
when wilting
you: a poppy
of colour deprived

and when you lay 
your hair unbraid
spread open
bringing dreams
to life
only I know 
your true song 
: my dear lovechild.