September
21 October 2008
We are awaken with the ax Night of the Living Dead at last They have begun to shake the dirt Wiping their shoulders from the earth I know, I know the nations past I know, I know they rust at last They
Thinking outrageously I write in cursive I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor Wearing three layers of coats and legwarmers I see my own breath on the face of the door I can't explain, the st
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