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FearHello crowdWhy must you be staring at me and not chattering amongst yourself Why must you force my skin to bunch up into bumps Why must you slither through me and freeze making muscles useless Why must you make my voice fall down like a rainfrop from the sky Well I have news for you. I'll force those first few words right out They will fly right through you like a bullet through your frozen heart and shatter you like a clear glass bottle You will lay there like a stiff dead body And I'll be happy But you'll come back |
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Issue #10, June, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.