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We Shouldn’t (Vincent Pierre Cheramie- Lafayette, LA)

Don’t take my words out of context

Don’t take my words out of

Don’t take my words out

Don’t take my words

Don’t take

Don’t

Do

“I will show you fear in a handful of dust”

Fear of the dead clocks,

The gutted furrows

Fear of the time that shall pass

Bubbling over in cold froth

Seized in a hum of sullen moths

Do no, Do not, think I come for reconciliation

I am not, and shall not, be held so tight my dead Marie

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