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May 2015
Forgetting I am fugitive.
A new scar on your soul.
All the heartbreak I stand to inflict

The sirens beg.
Choking.
For the understanding below paling flesh.  
A spoonful of sugar over this fantasy.  
Brown blood pressures the cell's telephone calls.  
That word is mistaken.  
The lies to bring sunset into sunrise.  
When the capital fails and the rest is wax. my search can stall.  
O' and bone,  oil and bone.  This luxury tinned.  Beat warm, earn the warning.  
Lude rests and he sleeps and he falls into me.



Fall asleep sutured life.
Wake a corpse in the graveyard.  
A scar to shine bold.


No jewelry to tell my troubles with.  
A skirt nests between zero and one.  
Cinder block or wood. My back arches. My back twists. The bed shadows my guilt.  Waving and flapping above my head.  
Donate your own home. Your wounds for the increase in volume.  Guilt watches the river and trembles.  



Forgotten anchor.
For the mass has replaced you.
The last transmission.
Tragedy.
Robert Carroll Spear
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