There is a cut eyeand it is overlooking all of this terraincaught under all this rainwhere everything is overdueand the graveyard statue’s facesall are crying over someonethey had never even seen before alive. This town is a midnight drivewhere it is busy and the citycalls the small time working wretchesout to run their fingers over […]

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I try to look at what’s in front of methe way I would if I were lookingat what I know is missing somewherein the frame.This stupid selfish painting weighing downthe wall is burning up today,but I can’t say a part of me won’t miss it. The neighbors on their balconyare pulling drinks out of a […]

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