Oct 31, 2014

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on dried out station of alcohol
under a soggy tree tops;
we disappear as the rare ones -
WHILE THE DOG SCREAMS FROM THE HEART

unrest come
faces as doorsteps;
it is a window that I do not see-
crows in the hearth

we stand wet from rain
my friend, your dog, and I-
and insane overthoughts
-through our dark tears

                we reached the bottom +

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