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6/09/2007

Cement

My mind on cement;
5 minutes of glorious wit,
A happy meal's virtue in a hobo's stare,
Candy-cane jollies everywhere.

Broken fingers bleed limestone,
Frosted breath, desperation
in a cunning blood sport:
A baggy full of bombs.

Car-jacked leaf-blown
Silence, lying on her back,
Semi pulled dazedly over her
Angel.

Deep sickles of remorse
I have, undaunted feelings
and emotions for her
Predicament.

Cement on my mind.
Please, never again.

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