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Francis

Glass lungs cracking
for fiddle backed crickets
secretly sawing songs
of bitter indifference.

In time's imperfect
recollection of recitations
both bold and bland
memory never had a chance.

With every random switch
taken to the garrulous and guilty
red streaked in shame
for crimes uncommitted.

Glass lungs cracking
for fiddle backed crickets
secretly sawing songs
of bitter indifference.

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