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Jun 2014
My eyes flutter
Close
Words fall from my lips in a stutter
Prose

I loosely turn my tangled neck
Sixty degrees
To my mangled wreck

I am alone.
Max Alvarez
Written by
Max Alvarez  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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