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I hear
again
of your
death, I do
the rabbit
math
–
I have a son
passes
for time
–
crayon
he says
or crown
of thorns…
his language
I try
to watch it
–
his blood
goes from soap
to mouthwash
a miracle
–
a miracle’s
mutant
reverie…
–
stick, stick, bone
–
for dog, I do
the math
kingsoftrain 
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