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Jan 2012
I am through the house silently
every mortal battery
on quiet compliments
Entering other rooms
when I remove or use
objects I am a ghost
meddling
The furnace kills out
I look out windows
that will outlive our
gory dance
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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