| The stand in will suffice, I suppose. |
| A tunnel painted on a brick wall.
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| When the crowd arrives in droves, they don’t question the depth at all. |
| I got a
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| weak heart, so I’ve heard. |
| I wouldn’t know because it hasn’t said a word. |
| All
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| these winters, not a sound. |
| It probably never had a chance to thaw out. |
| You
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| don’t touch what you want to survive, so this distance is keeping me alive
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| until the ones that have loved me are dead. |
| I will hold my breath. |
| And pray
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| that my aim is true. |
| The meat sits in my blind spot. |
| The maze around it is the
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| meal I want. |
| The meat sits in my blind spot. |
| Hallelujah, got a trophy kill.
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| Maybe the flesh will have its day. |
| Maybe the meaning will not get in the way.
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| God saves every third person, but he won’t help us if we help ourselves I only
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| marvel at existence in the language existence permits. |
| Most hearts make
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| terrible sounds, so I laugh. |
| An army of images stalks the land in search of
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| ideas. |
| I am struck only when I think to step back. |
| So a stand will suffice, I
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| suppose. |
| A tunnel paint on a brick wall. |
| When the crowd arrives in droves, they
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| don’t question the depth at all. |