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Jun 2014
mud splatters stain on my skin as
muscle rips from my shin bone.
beatles bleach gravestones
underneath a canopy so high.
low hidden within the clover-
covered floor,
snow-capped mountain tops
fill my eyes.

out of breath, taking a knee
scabbed elbows,
ground breaking.
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