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Feb 2014
you stand naked,
tenderly waving a gun.
you kneel beside
the many thin candles,
smother the pages,
and smile, and lay down,
and tell me only to
take the word in vain.

I assess your oddity,
and smile, and sleep.
Jory
Written by
Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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