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Mar 2016
I cut into his limbs to find the weight of the hold.
Carved negatives into his back to find a positive outcome.
I held a gun to his thoughts
As his brain fed on a taste of fiction.
Jo Baez
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Jo Baez  Los Angeles, Ca.
(Los Angeles, Ca.)   
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