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Mar 2014
We dissected his synapses
sent him subconsciously
seeking theorized sources
of the substance
Thanksgiving is coming
and I'm stuck mute on my new path
If he comes bearing gifts
can I say anything
through the slow death mask
and scramble suit deceptions
that will make him understand
the murky depth of my regret?
*Sincere homage to one of my all time favorite books and movies.
Amy Grindhouse
Written by
Amy Grindhouse  Yakama Lands
(Yakama Lands)   
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