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Red Open Jeep That raptured us to the bottom of Cherokee Hill Aunt Shirley’s face, nails, her flip flops, elastic band that barely tamed her whipping hair, weeping bead work my knee aflame reopened on blacktop only minutes before sirens split the sun ripe afternoon Red Bank Baptist Church at the apex of a blind curve Beetle helpless on its back, cans of Bud scattered empties, some full ones church key perhaps thrown clear with the passengers blood pooling beneath the pinioned driver everything except the snow white sheet I could not help but imagine drawn gently over my astonished fevered face.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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Red Open Jeep That raptured us to the bottom of Cherokee Hill Aunt Shirley’s face, nails, her flip flops, elastic band that barely tamed her whipping hair, weeping bead work my knee aflame reopened on blacktop only minutes before sirens split the sun ripe afternoon Red Bank Baptist Church at the apex of a blind curve Beetle helpless on its back, cans of Bud scattered empties, some full ones church key perhaps thrown clear with the passengers blood pooling beneath the pinioned driver everything except the snow white sheet I could not help but imagine drawn gently over my astonished fevered face.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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