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Nov 2014
Fingers stained black.
Careless.
Spine bent like the railing
after the crash. Bent hard.

You're not even solid ground.
You're a whisper in the air.
Everything that
vibrates
has a pitch.

Everybody's muse.
Everyone's *******.
Plastic-like.
Flimsy.

All the switches
are off.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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