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May 2013
it won't damage the mind
or the soul; they're infinite.
it won't hurt the heart
or the stomach; they're intact.
it won't hurt the idea
or the notion; they're entwined.
it won't hurt me
or you; we're too far apart
for that bullet raging through his brain,
cutting nothing but his flesh from his senses.
Sal Gelles
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Sal Gelles  The road
(The road)   
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   Rosie Cheek Kisses, Devon, --- and ---
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