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Forgive with all that you are.”
Casket broke
Flask that smokes
King of pieced together parts,
Broken hearts and a million un-drunk bottles of wine
Settled in mourning
Unsettled morning
Hunting stars to steal their shine.
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The little broken pieces
left in the ground
will sift to the bottom
and breakdown.
The big broken pieces
left on the ground
will house heat wave phantoms
and ghost towns.
We won’t see any of it.
We won’t hear it,
and we think that means it won’t happen.