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under the bridge
a body lies
all spread asunder
red ripe with decay
rank in age and laugh amazed
all plastered still on
dead eyes glazed
crimson splatters, freckles face
looks like it’s been dragged there
from coast to coast
a gaping toothless smile in gut
all ripped and torn
from digging holes in pink
the white flesh drained of blood
to drink, to paint
my Guernica.
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