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Monday, July 13, 2009

Count To Seven

Shadow dancer fox trot on the wall
inhale her cancer and take that
little body's fall
make sure to whisper see you in heaven
before your little sister counts to seven.

Stand in the rain as you learn to feel
bend in her pain and prepare your appeal
wave happiness in front of her eyes
like a bone
was it my sin that left her all alone.

Fingerprint those morphine memories
in a playful pose above the trees
a laugh, a blink, a screaming silence
a face drawn rosey pink, a mortal science.

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