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Andrew Bailey Sep 2014
Hold my shaking hands
Steady, so I can
Write your name a thousandth time
In paint in temple walls
In scars on my chest
In the sky in smoke
And can't you?

Hearts lodged in throats
And pills hidden under tongues
Every move desperate, all wounds mortal
Stars fall from dilated eyes
Wake to dream again
Of empty embraces and loaded guns
And wouldn't you?

Swallow it down
The burning taste of copper
And pulpy chunks of shattered teeth
Breathe deep the air of home
Stale sage and dollar-stamped cigarettes
And you
Of course I will

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