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Sunday, September 2, 2012

Enclosure

I am never exposed
but light nor shade,
my poison teeth remain
frightening the lookers away.
I take my life for granted
each time I cross the street,
encounter a bulldozer in
my night's dreaming sleep.
Catacombs are my fantasy,
a golden reward for the poor,
the flamingo wants more.

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