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Nov 2017
d
he strangles her

breathing in a tube


fire fight

black cup full to a hazard   scaling the mount

too soon
to yell

hasn't picked up
mail in the yard

Tigger is in me
poking the dots  


caroline-
or Jackie,
or Presley

--
so nice --

staring without blinking --

talking then leaving.


stranded in your vacuum

I read today's papers in
disbelief
Jay earnest
Written by
Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
(30/M/Socal)   
95
   Glassmuncher
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