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chess mess
Poems
Jul 2013
last night
last night
you were crying blue
until the suds of your lungs
decided to wither
and she came in this morning
with devils horns, droopy eyes
and a furnace for a mouth
we dissipated:like lightning
before my nails stunted
and your fever returned
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