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All this talk of blood
and bruise, scars
and abuse, blackness
and swollen blues,

Closed rooms, muffled
cries, public lies, disguise,
bound ankles, burnt wrists

Nooses, shorted fuses,
kerosene, gasoline,
hush money, gunny
sacks and broken backs

Is real. And makes
for something worse
than bad poetry.

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One response to “untitled

  1. sorry.did not like this.like you started out to say something else,but ended up saying nothing….or a lot.but not what you wanted to say.a hastily finished poem…it could have been my own,only my hastily finished ones are not as good 😦

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