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Aftermath

Discarded matchsticks (blackened heads like frostbitten flesh): road flares tracing the path of an accident. We live between the silences and after every kiss we part embarrassed adolescents.

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shane-hunt

American

Published: Sep 20, 2012
LinesWords: 1828

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