Sunday, 03 May 2009
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Dumpster Dog
And your face was distorted through the welling tears
My fears
Are my own, delirium
Had hurt the kicked puppy
The one I had salvaged from the dumpster because it had manifested itself
In it's own
Dirt
Like a phoenix
From self-crucifying
Ashes, pushed down only
To never come back up
Whiling away on the bottom of
The penny-metal riddled fountain
Like I had just lost my good-luck
My brown-eyed
Metaphor
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