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  1. i would
    smear
    plaster
    over
    your wounds

    creating
    dusty
    surfaces
    where you
    could
    if you
    would
    scratch
    yes
    again
    and
    again

    until
    the fugue
    of david
    overcame
    us all
    and
    in our
    inebriation

    you would
    dance
    among us
    dusting
    as moths
    do around
    the bare
    bulbed
    porch light

    deep into
    unknown
    a.m.'s

    +++++
    dswoo
    sacredscars@yahoo.com

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