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I knew that I wanted out
of our pledge the first
time last Tuesday noon.
The way home was not the thing
undid me, careful
plotting not either.
Your love has colonized me.
I can't deny it.
I can only watch
you circle the whole way round
the entire mountain,
then call out your hat
for what it truly is, what
it covers; show you
my debrided wound.
October 9, 2013 9:39 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.