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hitch.

hitch.

hitch.

crawling underneath a voice
a hitch so quiet tonight
shake solemn vocal hue
a scream beyond the womb
flagrancy is shaved from me
a bloody mortal cue
bereaving fuel from memory
a muscled flux to breed
a prison fermented you
sloth of waxen brooding heart
brazen faces cracking out
mouths so free to chew
flooding cold the outside feed
affixed the bodies tight
seeing only black and blue
alabaster molds exhumed
a perfume scolding heat
nodding heads to only view
feet clothed in brevity
sheets writhing in a wind
pathogenic residue
crawling underneath a voice
a hitch so quiet tonight.

(C)2012
Chris Vaughn

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