the lonely

demon flicker

of your smile

whiskey boy

mountain

corn field

sweat clings

to you

sawdust bedded

good morning

little bitch

your life

coiled back

into the

past when

you were

hungry

and always

the young

grass bent

and the spring

grew ripe

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