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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 08/2012
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JACK T. MARLOWE Butchery the crescent moon hangs over the city a celestial meat hook ready to impale freshly slaughtered ideals while ambition drips like so much blood down the drain your life shrink- wrapped by inertia another piece of flesh labeled for quick sale or more likely to rot on display with the rest of the herd's rapidly decomposing dreams |
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