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Aug 2015
Open cavity in my chest

Heart thumping wildly in my open palm

Blood splattered on the pavement
                               and my luggage

As I stand at the bus stop

And wait for a ride to the train
Written after a sleepless night of sweaty skin sticking to a leather couch
Steven Martin
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Steven Martin  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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