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Aug 2014
He craved a father like a burnout
licking his sugarcane eyes &
slapping them on
any surface they'd stick &

he called night The Kingdom
would wander off for ages
said I don't need to know
where I'm goin'


said Someday I'll have already
found it
& maybe he's right
All people die a little
more in daylight


he was 16
a dry firecracker
one spark away
from infinite eruption
Christopher Hendrix
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Christopher Hendrix  Missouri, USA
(Missouri, USA)   
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