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Apr 2010
beneath the  dance.   eyes  

a wild  fast  junkway   thrill cry
a bone hand
a porcelain bullet

the moment is caught
this is it
jump off
into her

one night to know
what it’s like
to be
right.  the other kind
rich and fine

find
something of yourself
in the enemy

thighs

crimes

money

lies





money

lies
thighs

crime­s
mon229pm  4/5/10
kate crash
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