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This Must you rust, please, once again...
the fearfool man of
yesteryear
-to stab the queen
(an elephant czar)-
of old landscapes and dirty
elbows.
?Wipe your mouth,? the bitch growls
to her children,
both,
young enough to know the
difference between the soul.
Through it all,
the infantile remains
of dogs and other mangy little creatures
respond greatly
to the apathy of a household gone wrong.
SUDDENLY!
an unknown thumping of an unknown heart
silently blairs
(the beating echoes through the door of the
bedroom closet.)
Hidden fears and lights are all that
can be nown by this severance of humanity...
As each climax
is replaced
by bloody thoughts and
simple answers.
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