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Nov 2015
Half a century and two score

Knocking on absent heaven’s door

Everything’s perpetual, don’t you know

The gate you seek was locked long ago

My four-walled poison

Your bloodshot lung

These iron bars

Rust and mud.

Bed-bitten skin and calloused fingertips

Where is your God?
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