A Southern Poetaster
An inferior poet, living too far south...
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Jun 20, 2012
soup pour here, oh
without a breath
or a whisper
my wings expand
my muscles flex
glasses are off
like it or not
I'm in it now
Fuck You
if you think
I won't knock
down a door or two
to save you from
a burning building
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