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ALL THIS DEATH IN THE HEART BUSH
Your self-hatred has lost its precision
A metal gleam pokes through
In my reverie we’re eating boiled peanuts on barstools
It’s not sexy to be at home with your things
While bulbous paper lanterns hang overhead
Girls, stop peeing on the seat
Close range snowflakes
In my mind I’m running hard into your forehead
Posted 03/12/10
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