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Feb 2020
Before the rains
I live in your skeleton
beneath the crust
of your unholy
mask
I breathe
in the dust
of powdered
heartbeats under
your chipped
*******
The spit from
your lips like
lava sears my
throat
I go inside you
as an serpent
enters the
desert sand
parched ******
blowing through
your
box
of
sticks
Rick Baldwin
Written by
Rick Baldwin  M/Atlanta
(M/Atlanta)   
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