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Feb 2010
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In my mind I pull a blank--


The blank  comes  from a  
piece of paper, like point blank
from the barrel of your gun.

My platinum crucifix starts to twist.
It warmed slowly against my chest,
while sunbeams turns into starlight
on the popcorn ceiling--


I just pulled another blank!






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