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About This Poem
sandpaper and blue pearls
sandpaper hearts
take away the roads
dig a hole
fill your moat
lifeless
gold
smooth texture from life
bleach the silver fom crosshair
eyes
the color of blanks
a string
of blue pearls
march along the plywood vein
tapping at this tired thing
tap-tap...tap-tap
singing produce =produce or starve
no time to act tired
count those aces... tight
another day-another race
don't make a mistake
tired thing snoring
o'er
sandpapered casket
tap-tap
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