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The Revolution by Night by Alex S. Johnson
The leaves scuttle, are singed and the meat is pink if you Stab it just a bit it oozes blood Like your tender astronomy A side of sidereal,...
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Driving through New England, I notice small towns all have a cemetery crowded with tombstones, weathered and leaning into each other like ... -
We are all sausages In our skin linked together. Blood, bone, meat put Through the daily grind. Some red, some brown, Some white, each flavo... -
Two Jacksons or Four sawbucks Up front—$40. No credit cards, no I.D.; Beyond, beneath, Battered neon lights The Blues Hotel Weathered time’s...
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