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Aug 2019
I couldn't see their face
watching the clock
on the far wall.

When shouts rose,
and the windows broke,
(myvoicemyfist)
a wind or a bullet
(mygun)
sent me spinning.

They
watched the clock
as the floor,
the whole Earth,
broke my mouth.
Never caught the time.

"Accidents happen all the time"
I was never able to say.

Waking,
no truth,
broke mouth,
handfuls of shattered glass.
BB Tyler
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BB Tyler
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