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Black Love

the sound of her was in the street

flayed to an ochre asphalt

dripped down from a generous bourbon

fermentation brings a night that doesn't hurt

the stench of cancer is in her vomit:

she knows she doesn't have long

until it's shit in the sheets

and a pain that can't be described

it hurts just to blink

and you can't even

slow it down

but before

before this time

that doesn't feel real

she was…

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Added by Daniel John Kofler on September 13, 2012 at 22:42 — No Comments

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