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Words that burn like raw morning
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Mor(fiend)
I have been beaten
torn into tiny pieces
thrown in the air
to celebrate his independence.
I have crushed him
with my fists
sprinkled bits
in my tea
and sipped slowly.
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