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| Decomposition Jeff Clark |
Something in the force of my address made you restless I wrote it down and you wrote back Something near the middle of that writing felt like fire but why not abundant warmth Let me look at the end, at an enemy again Somewhere in the flesh of my head was a desire for my death Death you said is a rhyme for my name A rhyme made almost real by what I've heard you've said Words for othersnot mine for us or yourscan be murderous In the poem you arrange them well But what's to be done about untrue lines is to let them lie |
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