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Feb 2014
There was a stray dog,
maybe a car ride,
a **** Christmas morning,
some quiet few meals,
daily violence,
walks to work,
or a neglected bottle of milk.

But now there is weapon
extracted from a drawer.
A desk that you sit under.
and read,
“I have learned to draw,
from an arrangement of passions.
Repeatedly."
Jory
Written by
Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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