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brick loads and sunken hearts weigh a ton
writings from a sore hand
Monday, July 13, 2009
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this is a story of a blue old man
with rings on his fingers
and a cane in his hand
skin falls into where cheeks used to be
and the grins he grins are all fake to me.
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