Friday, February 5, 2016

Prelude to a Revolution Comments

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We go to prison windows and pass cigarettes, tangerines
and iodine through the bars. Anything we think

could heal a man. Assassins kiss our fingers.
Mercenaries sing us songs about unbroken light
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Traci Brimhall
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