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Feb 2014
Hot heads, steaming
dripping with thoughts and feelings
and fight behind their eyes
nails to rip the flesh
teeth to grind the bone
skin to protect the innards
pickled in blood and water
speckled- follicle by follicle
caught with tension
in still, warm air
Flaring fingers *****
in search of ledges
edges to catch on
break the descent
if only for a moment
the moment that defines
this moment that defines
moments define
cooled heads, streaming
dropping off morals and emotions
chris m
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chris m  American
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   Nat Lipstadt
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