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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Red Herring

Red herring
Quiet dead
Mouth open
Teeth (if red herring have teeth)
my cold fish
You
Hang limp around some foil
Well, we both do
Cold cold fish
Knees aching by three and
Shedding dry scales on some
Old man's furniture
Let's fill his lungs with us
Let's hang him on the wall
Our red herring
Bones and flesh and foil

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