12000
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This ounce of glistening flesh
protrudes like an inmate grasping
past the bars.
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111174
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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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1212128
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I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
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106812
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and like the want
of weather, we walk away or come close
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4842
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Shake! -- the Fist --
Unhinged I am --
Solace sleeps
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8781612
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Don't mistake my eyes for supplication.
My invisibility is your nightmare.
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