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Dec 2017
that unending
grip
stomach
throat
that everything can be taken
away

the day
you pegged the
cottontail with
your
22-rifle
unaware
until

short breaths
between
eyes dart
quick and eternal
riding the edge of the
moments
death waits behind
Benjamin Woolley
Written by
Benjamin Woolley  Phoenix
(Phoenix)   
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