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3/29/2011

My eyes are knives
they hit my lungs and puncture
I am balloon splinters:
Rotate, turn, and break.
I am film covered and bubbling
don't you see?
We smile through the churning
the clattering spines
We line up and bellow
one
by
one
Hair flipped examinations
yellow pearly daggers
popping holes inside my mind.

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