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Present it past the participle


and hold on close for the artists visual.


Allow no more than the written line,


to pass through his lips 


and collapse to a grind.


Teeth digging in


through jean jacket and push


to a peircing of lip


like an evident hook,


collected aboat


with it's catch on a line;


were it release,


i'd never see it coming,


because a minute of peace


takes A lightyear of running


and to hold on and dangle


from beds we will leave


the ghost of a lover,


hung about in his sheets.


A hardy attempt


to find moments of peace,


in the present tense liar


camping the guard house


with a companies fire


but the bullet points left


for the future of our present


shot every man dead


with the courage to have had read them

Created: Aug 12, 2012

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