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Love, If Love Meant a Hoard of Dead Caveman Standing At My Doorstep

By , Johnson City, TN
Her eyes were like pale blue
nothings,
splattered on a thin wall
of dead cigarette ash
and turning neon
signs,
all labeled
“CLOSED”.





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