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Burning couches in life

Birds broken loose under couches

roasting spits on regional traps,

granddad beat her senseless on the crane handle

that was his arm. Back spinal snaps--fingers are numb--without the ability

to see her pleasure.

 

I hooked myself when I hooked her.

Right answers look at you

straight

down

the

scope

 

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die

 

"You are a soldier! Now man up and find your hand."

She may never come back

but maybe neither will you...

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joseph-s-c-pope
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Jan 23, 2013
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