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Night Night Amer-icano'S
She thinks - he scares me
The ambiguous
self-less-ness
writes letters to the moon
in ink-blots
on grease-proof paper
Lives
16 hours sleeping through
barking dogs
singing birds
and [dying] trees
The [self] inflicted
[self] hurt
[self] breaking
wouldn't shoot fear in
lightly tinted cello-phane
I'll wait for Karma
She's just making
breakfast for her kidlettes
while she hangs her
[under]wear
on the
washing
line
[.]
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