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Apr 2013
sometimes we look past the
flowers
and the soft skin
past the cage
but never to get
to the heart

just to be inside
where we think we're safe

safety doesn't exist
not in this place
never in this place

where blood boils
where marrow leaks

safety is what we seek
but we are to weak

can you hear the coyotes
off in the distance
they're waiting for us to die
thevagabondking
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