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he brought me out to the woodshed gently opens the back door but it slams behind us, pneumatic cylinder busted so it catches my heels and i slide off the last step into the gravel and his steel-toes-- he silently brushes through the prairie drop seed and mexican feathergrass, nothing but an oil stained back lumbering amidst the switch eventide shivelight striking through the creases in his ears full of his old tools, horses, hidden shelves-- and i've gone cold since we left the house, a **** frost set out on my limbs 'cause i know i done wrong all the blessed evidence up and down and that's before he starts to turn-- ungive. ungive.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
woodshed.
he brought me out to the woodshed gently opens the back door but it slams behind us, pneumatic cylinder busted so it catches my heels and i slide off the last step into the gravel and his steel-toes-- he silently brushes through the prairie drop seed and mexican feathergrass, nothing but an oil stained back lumbering amidst the switch eventide shivelight striking through the creases in his ears full of his old tools, horses, hidden shelves-- and i've gone cold since we left the house, a **** frost set out on my limbs 'cause i know i done wrong all the blessed evidence up and down and that's before he starts to turn-- ungive. ungive.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
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