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“The Lightning Is Biting”

November 4, 2015

a tussle a turn

 still burn

lessons hard learned

need some new wood for the fire

the wind through my skin

flows through my nose

comes and goes

comes and goes

the rain soaks my brain

the lightning is biting

charred and chewed

barbecued

hacked and batted

swing low sweet tattered

always will be

bursting laughter

before the after

amongst the scribbles

wordless heroes

 tongues tucked and leashed

feelings unspeeched

awoken unspoken guns holstered unsmoking

forces corralled appointing the trial of now

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