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Jan 2016
This is not church anymore, brother.
I was asked to take off her jacket. The ribbon had
just calmly slipped off of the box.
Was it the snake Mr. Lawrence?
Mom, I greeted her well.
Are you going to be okay tonight?
I will show you the frozen tundras under my fingernails.
Yes, yes
I can recall. (there are times when I wish that the night was older)
                     because that's when you see the future.
That is what everything means.
(When it comes to being,
I am
here) Come
one, come all!
Watch the Magician vanish!
Look,
he's gone.
This poem is written with multiple voices.
Sam Stone Grenier
Written by
Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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