Saturday, September 28, 2013

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with chins on their wrists
they smile after whiskey
sleeping dogs lie
-Bychowski-
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voice whispers "don't dare!"
wraps its arms below ribcage
wounds that still drip blood
-Bychowski-
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penance in alleys
faced his shame in the garbage
as devils tore lesions
-Bychowski-
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