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Jan 2013
cutting off blood circulation
--inflammation--
hand is turning
black to blue
poor fool's face
must've been
made of steel

typing with one hand
on a late morning
3rd cup of coffee
finally getting that heart
pumping

wondering what he's doing

hope the *******'s face
fell off

there's a sort of
primal urge
that rips through
the body
and you can't stop
blow after blow
until someone pulls
you away
bones shattered
up and down your hand
can't even tell
till you wake up
one late morning
and you're typing
with one hand
wondering
if that *******
had as much trouble
brushing his teeth
as you did
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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