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Mar 2014
they say that destruction
is a form of creation.
but when I take
that ****** piece of metal
in the sweating fist of my right hand,
what is it that has been born?
besides the rush
and the release;
what is it,
exactly,
that I have created?
little red
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little red  United Kingdom
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