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Forensics (Tinder Truth) By Mark DeCarteret crows pontificate one morning & I know all I need to know of their hell ~ I cupped your heart as if trying to keep it from flight ~ the sun's done its damage my memories reduced to an ember on the surface of each eye ~ A wasp beds down into night things outlived are now outlined in even more light ~ the room damns my output w/so many of us saved we must drink from a Styrofoam chalice ~ when the sky is just right a coupon for hair gel or cereal can read like a death sentence ~ a body licensed & scanned for its oft-misplaced promises eventually burning w/the best of them ~ corridor after corridor of unnecessary wires let the grave markers sing!

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