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Nov 2013
His forehead was a red dot.

My mind became an arrow.
My eyes became two daggers.
My mouth: a barrel
My voice: the bullets

and God; a Bull . . .

But he was a Coward:
a pat, she-a-thing his **** --
a red dot
between two black holes.
02.11.2013
Christine Ueri
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Christine Ueri
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