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Nov 2012
it's pretty faces like yours
that keep me from dying
by my own devices
as i devise a way out of this place.

it's pretty faces like yours
that save me from myself
by your smile
as i smelled the burning sulfur.

it's pretty faces like yours
that help me want this
by fire, i cleanse
as i clean up the mess you'd left me in.
Sal Gelles
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Sal Gelles  The road
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