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Punch Rag Wisp

what am i so afraid of?
i ask myself again & again
no house burned down
no planets cracked
no blood spilled at the end of the day

laughing laughing
again & again
the same crooked dance
all sweat & smirks
all shakes & stops
running around with an empty cup

& ringing the bell
into the insomniac station
blown up like a fish
the same crooked glance
no wars waged
no beds burned
no blood drunk at the end of the day

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Posted on June 1, 2018 by Josh. This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.
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