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poem one hundred and thirty two.

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do you ever just reach into your ribs pull out your heart gripping every last coagulated thought thrust it forth into the world so they might finally understand

poem one hundred and thirty one.

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the wine aflame flooding the ragged hollow of my heart my eyes singed

poem one hundred and thirty.

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a frivolous handful of November bread a tree grows in my brain this town gets smaller every day

poem one hundred and twenty nine.

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leaves of grass untouched held by winter’s grasp suspended only in memory of sunlight the clouds have other chores battering a hardy world with fragile flakes

poem one hundred and twenty eight.

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how mushrooms shrink in the pan their putrid earth staining as fingertips nurture their bed
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