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from SORROW ARROW
Stop throwing yourself on the horns of god
A paragraph built of complex thoughts
Go off grid
You never knew her
The ship can’t reach harbor
Your mother in the hallway
Carrying a plaque
Your dad
Time steeps in the universe’s milk
Stop farming downstream from shit
In the morning you pause
A succulent
You lick your lips
For this the collapse of love
You will meet a lot of people
Some of them will believe you
She is the pit
Posted 05/24/11
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