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Penicaro. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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being chased by knives and flowers.
it's 3 o'clock in the morning and I have a empty bed.
I carry voices around my body the way a Voo Doo Priest
carries bones around his neck.
Voices sound like falling cases of glass