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Dec 2012
As the bombs go off,
a world forgetting
a world being
a world becoming


Putting on my shoes:
We will have to find fun
outside of our innocence soon


the slants of my eyes
saw the curve of your stomach
as you pulled your shirt over your head
home you go, my Zionist friend
despite my muffled wish--return to my bed


Saturday is full of spirits
the ones who dance like this
to the beats of a forgotten scene
i never thought saturdays
could become so mean
Written by
Tanner Bryan
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