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Aug 2015
We are the dusk men,
Showering ourselves in fairy-dust cobwebs,
Pinning our borrowed ambitions like moth-wings.
We’re kept fresh in cement-trucks,
Tumbling in our ***** grinder wombs,
And respected like top-shelf hamburgers.
Immaculately preserved
In starched formaldehyde.
The Knave of Spades
Written by
The Knave of Spades  Issaquah, WA
(Issaquah, WA)   
   Sandman and Cecil Miller
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