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Apr 2012
(ɘɔnɒludmA)

I don't know how to talk to you
without feeling like neon red siren screaming ambulance
with bad brakes and a blown tire
hauling through a busy intersection
where the crosswalks are full of children
laughing.
And you're a pedestrian
soon to be in need of my stretcher.
Francis Thomas Sanchez
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Francis Thomas Sanchez  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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