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Sunday, April 4, 2010

It’s An Aubade


if it’s written in the morning.
probably an Etude if in evening.

In any case, it’s a poem about
dismemberment and death. All

hell breaks loose upon
the protagonist, in the end,

it drives him into dirt.


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