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#941275 added September 4, 2019 at 10:46pm
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Uncelebrated And Clean
The moral edge you hold to my skin
close to my neck
         your pressure
         my resistance
in a chair tethered to philosophy
of mankind
buried alive
in cemeteries like mausoleums
         you won’t visit
because you don’t know
where they are,
where they are stored.

But, resuscitate,
parade your dead
words, beliefs
while I recline,
drip out
until I am to join them
uncelebrated and clean.


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Writ on phone at work 8/24/18
edited here 9/14/18
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