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Single Serving Friend

With careful ease he kissed my hand.

It's chemical burns that make a man.

With every quart of blood lost

Salvation, gained.

I know this because he knows this

And you don't even know my name.

It's every broken bone and every lost tooth

That brings us closer to the truth.

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brent-reichenberger
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Jan 1, 2010
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