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The Bluest Beast
do those words
just fall that way?
a perfect spill,
an earnest spatter,
the wound
ripped open
again,
jagged and bleeding,
the dark
a vacuous hole in a broken heart,
the poem
some kind of scattershot
prayer to indifferent gods
or a sonic scream
whispered across the page
just fall that way?
a perfect spill,
an earnest spatter,
the wound
ripped open
again,
jagged and bleeding,
the dark
a vacuous hole in a broken heart,
the poem
some kind of scattershot
prayer to indifferent gods
or a sonic scream
whispered across the page
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