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Jul 2011
There are ones who will grip a neck
until things pop beneath their
fingertips.

They must think it's all a mean scheme
all within some fancy dream.

There are ones who will stomp a life
like tossing out a cigarette.

Gratuitous and without reason:
an empty mind
and a heart that's filled
with rage.
kilo
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   Terry Collett
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