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Phasma

Him and her upstairs, one loud, one quiet
Clones of different generations
In wars with inexistent beings, in ear
How long until I gouge my eyes out
With her long golden pins
For the damage is done
Because blindness is a better explanation
Of how Oedipus became a woman
In an abusive Boston marriage
Of this wretched house on Catherine Street