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How A Life Can Go On Like ThisBy James Diaz QuailBellMagazine.com  pressing down in my chest some gauzy radio lover's lament no more therapy / dross
back road driving morning breaks a bone so hard you mark the hour down in your calendar bundle up the hurt heft the blue and off of the walls no talking just [blank] was here and now the daily bread moldy / ceiling you watch the fading from hay barrels called mercy please mercy, me I am on my knees if the shoe barely fits pin needles and pine how is it I ended up every shape I didn't want to be in round, fifteen quarrels with the inside of my chest lift up the skin I hiss the poem you hear the day breaking it might be no god coming anytime soon November, mark this hour down I walk into myself like a wayward dog missing warm floors familiar smells shatter moon I get what flows down after every storm open jaw, I am night without day, burning simply burning stunned how a life can go on like this. CommentsComments are closed.
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