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Jul 2013
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
chess mess
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chess mess
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   Gary Muir
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