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dark chocolate
poem by Allen Itz
art by Julio Mateo
she hoards anger
like sweet chocolate
in a brightly colored box
saves it
stores it
lets its dark flavor grow
in anticipation
a secret remembered
on the back of her tongue
a secret cache of ire
released in quiet bites
a nibble here
a nibble there
and hurt
in random
* b * u * r * s * t * s *
pervades the air
around her
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