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IncubusHe bites his lips, the shape of *** / and creases his brow. / A musty breeze from the bar’s open door

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Urban GalleryA balcony above a city / a gallery filled with express food, / and disposable people.

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BattlesongWhen the heart has fallen short, / the mind cannot conceive the sort / of sins that plague the failing souls,

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