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Dec 2011
A mad stone mask waits
in memorized frost on the
blood heavy curtains of ****

Backstage are the petrified
coronas of silver babies whose
ghostpaper hands whisper
wreaths of slavery
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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     --- and Mike Arms
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