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Sep 2015
remain wept and kept,
go deaf
my little chime.

pass me your shoulder,
i’ll cry it out.
move boulders
and boil the tides.

grey gardens
and gallows.
wounded words
for the narrow;
hanging on lines.

move two steps
and hear
this little chime of mine.
Johnny Hunt
Written by
Johnny Hunt  Norton, MA
(Norton, MA)   
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