Hey, here's some poetry for you free feeling lovers in the world. Hope it touches the tender spots and makes your hurting go away.
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smashed rivulets of
glass
in his eye
it is god
almighty
wearing
a disco suit on
a Saturday
ordering
hot dogs for girls
with
bright lipstick
they laugh
oh
they laugh
you know
it
skids into the city
life
of buildings noble and true
on
the riverview
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you
have
a golden friend
who lives
in a small buick on a
corner
you know to be
inhabited by
neon
bottles
and
think of the slide of
radioactive
legs
and a hairless women
atop
statues of horses
and
you can be an iron gate.
give yourself the
bramble tree
the
wooden sword the
old
daffodil
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