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12 28 24 crisp golden sun

12 28 24 crisp golden sun

Crisp

       golden

sun

       in late

December

       while

old cream

       curdles

somewhere

       deep

in a corrupt

       intestine

and I’m 

       attempting

to clear my mind

       of the

horrors

       of war

but it makes me

       feel

cowardly

       and

unworthy of

       self respect

but doves

       have 

never done well

       against

hawks 

       but I know

when the time comes

       I will stick

my beak in it

       until somebody

bites

       it

off.

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