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Ballistics proved nothing more than innocence,
forgetting the occupation of the shooter
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by Craig Turnwall
It's raining nails
Toothpick missiles outside with night an only casualty
Against bulletproof glass and thick naked clothes lines
Dance miracle-less in perfect super model frames dripped
Crimson in water blood
Mortar shells and chipped wood panes
Rattle blast notes aside a single treble clef deep throat furnace
City alleys
Cracked grass
Pound shingles a
Little more tired than four drifting ice cubes knocked
Vaguely in tired mockery to paratrooper lexicon in random brass fog
How love.
CT 1-3-05
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