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Jan 2013
Each cell winced a dream
the river's mouth at your back
the particle that was mine was turned

In time and produced your crying children
reverberating and bleeding in dark bars
time clocks gouged your heart

You faced Death
That's enough.
Mike Arms
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Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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