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Monday, March 3, 2014

scapegoat - coast to coast - my
barechest is rank with question marks
i shed matters of fact
abundant
tangle in my cleavage
frosting my tailbone
but somehow, luminescent
my ribs delivered their meat
to my thighs
where a purple contusion fermented.
i like my me....fermented.
Posted by Nicholas Castellucci at 10:36 AM
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