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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



“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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