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Feb 06, 2006 19:00

the ambulance angels
pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling
broken sonnets and shards.
the ambulance angels
notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap
book of your operation:
his head was a faucet leaking
love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes,
all his world famous sighs.




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