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Giving

I give away all my food as eyes dazzle towards the fire house on fire in the imagination worlds where we skip stones and make shapes and fists--hug ghostly women and it feels like some new dawning love while on the real streets the arrows are broken... so someone must string a dream down take tongue and hell-fire with it make noise or never move and give more than just their food away.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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