thank you.A Poem by alan peter kelly
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be the colour of thine eyes. atomic optics are easy memories they linger on still simmering flesh on every yes ever expressed sharp and heavy as an elephant's recollections Sanctuary in a post truth age is number four on the periodic table my only quality a circumference of spent silver bullet casings and the probability that police will for always be checking my hands for gunshot residue. broken teeth a ring around an extended digression a paradigm fit for professional procrastinator locked on stainless steel chain around scrawny neck set to invite nooses and accommodate throttling. thank you. © 2017 alan peter kellyAuthor's Note
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