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Jun 2014
fill a water gun with ink
and shoot me in the eyes
so i can see the poetry
in all of modern life,
and then shoot me
in the back of the throat
so i can only speak in seeming lies;
for the final act,
shoot me in the temple,
where all my thoughts coalesce
and feed them the material
they ought to possess
poeticalamity
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