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Your tears.....
your tears fall hotly
like salted pork along your cheek bones
sizzled and crackling in a pan
only it is easter
and I have dived into a carpeted house
with tell tale crosses
criss-crossed and alive
taciturn and quiet you lie sleeping
somewhere in the non-midwest
dreams baking
beneath a spotted bedspread at
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