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Oct 2011
it wasn't me that you spoke to
it was a poor copy-
i'm sorry I didn't hold your hand
but, diamonds burn my skin
especially the kinds of diamonds that soldiers can afford

I wanted to eat you alive,
don't get me wrong.

Immediately after you left
aussitot apres
I realized your language is not as beautiful as they say it is
and I discovered that the curvature of the earth is partial to those who can never stop running away.

it made me sick,
a lot sicker than the bourban and the patches of arbitrary fog liberating I-35.
JD Connolly
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JD Connolly  Denver
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