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Feb 2021
Midday and the whisper of a chill rode the end of the breeze.
****** feet and a restless tongue; You never knew how to hurt me.
I didn’t know much about human anatomy but I could read charts
of the spine, heart, ribs, where are the unconventional entrances.
I decided on the space between the third and the fourth rib.
Dug in as hard as I could.
Parker Vance
Written by
Parker Vance  Baton Rouge
(Baton Rouge)   
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   Justin Phipps and Skye
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