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For the Grins

draw your scars across the sky
near infinite
time your nightmares to begin at 2
no fear
no lunacy
just the insomnia of sweltering summer

with a loud noise
or a soft whine
or the crumbling or the stony night
wishing for thunderstorms
the eagerly anticipated sequel to tears

roll your bones on the table
bet on death
but always keep a few markers on life

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