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i,ve broken 27 bones in my reverting hands.
holding.on.to.tight.to.what.must.be.let.go.
the city of people with irreversible plans.
i.hear.it.said.just.take.a.black&white.photo
i,ll be romancing a scapegoat to polish my shoes.
i,ll be holding ink and parchment with lines and x,s
it will be set on the table with deliberation, "just sign the truce"
i,ll think into a cartridge so it won,t effect us.
dying glass eyes,
cuspate pupils,
a drifty gaze,
to the brillant horizon,s salient edge.
g r i n d i n g t h e t h o u g h t s o f y o u r t h o u g h t s
t o . a . s o f t . d i s s o l v i n g .p o w d e r ,
with tooth and nail

[hehe]
[this picture makes me chuckle.]
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